Michael Oaktree (Alfred Noyes Poems)
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passedOut of the wood and saw the sickle moonFloating in daylight o'er the ...
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passedOut of the wood and saw the sickle moonFloating in daylight o'er the ...
Dahlias fill a wondrous garden; Peonies from the land of palms. Radiant in their musky splendor; Tulips with ...
CCXVEven as the level sunlight glorifies A musky vapor, born of dust and mist, Turning its motes to lucent amethyst, ...
Purple,Purple,TwilightSky light.Purple as a king's capePurple as a grape.Purple for the eveningWhen daylight is leaving.Soft and purry,Gentle and furry,Velvet evening-time.Purple,Purple.Sky ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
Sunday mornings I would reach high into his dark closet while standing on a chair and tiptoeing reach higher, touching, ...
And then we began eating corn starch, chalk chewed wet into sirup. We pilfered Argo boxes stored away to stiffen ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
A gaunt and hoary slab of stone I found in desert place, And wondered why it lay alone In that ...
"Yes, LAURA, yes, pure as the virgin snow's "That on the bosom of the whirlwind move,, "For thee my faithful ...
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
PALE GODDESS of the witching hour; Blest Contemplation's placid friend; Oft in my solitary bow'r, I mark thy lucid beam ...
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' ...
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain ...
LET OTHERS wreaths of ROSES twine With scented leaves of EGLANTINE; Enamell'd buds and gaudy flow'rs, The pride of FLORA'S ...
FAIR was this blushing ROSE of May, And fresh it hail'd morn's breezy hour, When ev'ry spangled leaf look'd gay, ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn, Your sweetness in the nightingale, your white- ness ...
Lo, it is dark, Save for the crystal spark Of a virgin star o'er the purpling lea, Or the fine, ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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