The Coast: Norfolk (Frances Darwin Cornford Poems)
As on the highway's quiet edgeHe mows the grass beside the hedge,The old man has for companyThe distant, grey, salt-smelling ...
As on the highway's quiet edgeHe mows the grass beside the hedge,The old man has for companyThe distant, grey, salt-smelling ...
October 14: 1066'Gyrth, is it dawn in the sky that I see? or is all the sky blood?Heavy and sore ...
Emily Mayfield all the daySits and rocks her cradle alone,And never a neighbor comes to sayHow pretty little Cyrus has ...
I was gaun to my supper richt hungert an' tired,A' day I'd been hard at the pleugh;The snaw wi' the ...
1230Unnamed, unknown:--his hands across his breast Set in sepulchral rest,In yon low cave-like niche the warrior lies, --A shrine within ...
Descend , O Muse, With More Than Wonted Fire,Ere Deadly Silence Steals Upon My Lyre; Come, Let The Solemn ...
Ah, it was here--September And silence filled the air-- I came last year to remember, And muse, ...
THE years slip past, and the hour-glass flows, But its sands are more than the ocean-tide's;They ruin the rose ...
Tons upon tons the brown-green fragrant hay O'erbrims the mows beyond the time-warped eaves, Up to the rafters where the spider weaves, Though few flies wander his secluded way. Through a high chink one lonely golden ray, Wherein the dust is dancing, slants unstirred. In the dry hush some rustlings light are heard, Of winter-hidden mice at furtive play. Far down, the cattle in their shadowed stalls, Nose-deep in clover fodder's meadowy scent, Forget the snows that whelm their pasture streams, The frost that bites the world beyond their walls. Warm housed, they dream of summer, well content In day-long contemplation of their dreams.(Charles G. D. Roberts)
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun!It's long ...
Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. ...
HERE'S to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To ...
Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann; An' she can cook best things to eat! She ist puts dough in our ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun! It's ...
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun! It's ...
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