Clifton Grove (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Lo! in the west, fast fades the lingering light,And day's last vestige takes its silent flight.No more is heard the ...
Lo! in the west, fast fades the lingering light,And day's last vestige takes its silent flight.No more is heard the ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village street its ...
What visionary tints the year puts on,When failing leaves falter through motionless airOr numbly cling and shiver to be gone!How ...
Fairies can hide anywhere,Up and down, and in and out,'Neath the cushion of a chair,In a teapot's empty spout;They can ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let ...
WHO remains in London,In the streets with me,Now that Spring is blowingWarm winds from the sea;Now that trees grow green ...
Again rejoicing nature seesHer robe assume its vernal hues,Her leafy looks wave in the breeze,All freshly steep'd in morning dews.And ...
April dusk It is tragic to be a poet now And not a lover Paradised under the mutest bough. I look through my window ...
I strolled last eve across the lonely down;One solitary picture struck my eye:A distant ploughboy stood against the sky-How far ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues: Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics-each one singing his, as it should be, blithe ...
STILL rests the heavy share on the dark soil: Upon the black mould thick the dew-damp lies: The horse waits ...
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