The Pewee (John Townsend Trowbridge Poems)
The listening Dryads hushed the woods;The boughs were thick, and thin and fewThe golden ribbons fluttering through;Their sun-embroidered, leafy hoodsThe ...
The listening Dryads hushed the woods;The boughs were thick, and thin and fewThe golden ribbons fluttering through;Their sun-embroidered, leafy hoodsThe ...
NOW , when the kindling Spring breathes life and joyThrough earth and air, perfuming field and bow'r;While rings from every ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
DwellingsYES! we've our Borough-vices, and I knowHow far they spread, how rapidly they grow;Yet think not virtue quits the busy ...
DESCRIBE the Borough--though our idle tribeMay love description, can we so describe,That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace,And all ...
Muse of my Spenser, who so well could singThe passions all, their bearings and their ties;Who could in view those ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
1 Thy mellow passioning amid the leaves, That tremble dimly in the summer dusk, Falls sad along ...
I've never been to Thessaly, and Ida's vales may never seeWhere gods have doffed divinity for wanton love and play;But ...
And now the youthful, gay, capricious Spring,Piercing her showery clouds with crystal light,And with their hues reflected streaking brightHer radiant ...
Now, young-ey'd Spring, on gentle breezes borne,'Mid the deep woodlands, hills, and vales, and bowers,Unfolds her leaves, her blossoms, and ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; ...
Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost ...
JOCKEY'S taen the parting kiss, O'er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a' my bliss, Nought but ...
He stood among a crowd at Dromahair; His heart hung all upon a silken dress, And he had known at ...
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
If thou didst feed on western plains of yore Or waddle wide with flat and flabby feet Over some Cambrian ...
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