British Georgics. April (James Grahame Poems)
Through boughs still leafless, or through foliage thin,The sloping primrose-bed lies fair exposed,Begemmed with simple flowers, gladdening the sight.Hail! month ...
Through boughs still leafless, or through foliage thin,The sloping primrose-bed lies fair exposed,Begemmed with simple flowers, gladdening the sight.Hail! month ...
I sat one evening in my room, In that sweet hour of twilightWhen blended thoughts, half light, half gloom, Throng through the ...
Deje la luz a un lado, y en el borde De la revuelta cama me sente, Mudo, sombrio, la pupila inmovil Clavada en ...
Poor, pretty little thing she was, The sweetest-faced of girls, With eyes as blue as larkspurs, And ...
Beyond the Chiltern coast, this church:A lighthouse in dry seas of standing corn.Bees hive in the tower; the outer stonePared ...
SHE wanted to be asked again,And so she wiped the dishes,She took a knife, and with the menShe helped to ...
The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky, Draws towards the ...
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
In the slant of the sun on the country-side, Cattle and sheep trail home along the lane; And a rugged ...
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I ...
When all my five and country senses see, The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark How, through the halfmoon's ...
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
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