A More Ancient Mariner (Bliss William Carman Poems)
The swarthy bee is a buccaneer, A burly velveted rover, Who loves the booming wind in his ear As he ...
The swarthy bee is a buccaneer, A burly velveted rover, Who loves the booming wind in his ear As he ...
IA THIN moon faints in the sky o'erhead,And dumb in the churchyard lie the dead.Walk we not, Sweet, by garden ...
(Rosamund.)The fairies have been busy while you slept;They have been laughing where the sad rain wept,They have taught Beauty to ...
Gay balloons and coloured streamers,Gliding figures, footsteps light,Flannelled youths and short-frocked maidensJazzing gaily through the night.Music quaint and queer and ...
This path will tell me where dark daisies dance To the white sycamores that dell them in; Where ...
Oh, I dance upon the lawn in the cold, white dawn, And I gloat upon the corpses of a countless ...
Some folks there be who seem to need excitement fast and furious,An' reckon all the joys that have no thrill ...
Here in my garden at the long day's closeI sing again her Majesty the Rose. The Rose who can with ...
AND I would seek the country town Amid green meadows nestled down If I could only find the way Back ...
A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The ...
NEIGHBOUR of the near domain, Stay awhile your passing wain! Though to give is more your way, Take a gift ...
Why, where erstwhile I sowed my choicest seeds,Come up but weeds?Why do large docksAppear where should be stocksAnd phlox?Why flaunts ...
I'M glad our house is a little house, Not too tall nor too wide: I'm glad the hovering butterflies Feel ...
The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and ...
Bricks of the wall, so much older than the house - taken I think from a farm pulled down when ...
Talking with my beloved in New York I stood at the outdoor public telephone in Mexican sunlight, in my purple ...
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
We knew that land once, You and I, and once we wandered there in the long days now long gone ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box, of white roses And of phlox. And upon a honeysuckle branch Three snails hanging ...
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