The Fall of Needwood (Francis Noel Clarke Mundy Poems)
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
In our Museum galleriesTo-day I lingered o'er the prizeDead Greece vouchsafes to living eyes,-Her Art for ever in fresh wiseFrom ...
RUINS! A charm is in the word: It makes us smile, it makes us sigh, 'Tis like the note of ...
Poet Oh, my soul! the draught is bitter Yet it must be sweetly drunken: Heart and ...
I If I were in Japan today, In little Japan today, I'd watch the sampan-rowers ride On Yokohama ...
Up those Museum steps you came, And straightway all my blood was flame, ...
UP those Museum steps you came, And straightway all my blood was flame, ...
I KNOW not of what we ponder'd Or made pretty pretence to talk, As, her hand within mine, we ...
"IN the old churchyard at Fredericksburg A gravestone stands to-day, Marking the place where a grave has been, Though ...
I see him yet, that grey old man, Whose fiddle made many a winter nightPass by as only fiddlers can, ...
WELCOME, thou gray and fragrant Sabbath-day,To deathless love and valor dedicate!Glorious with the richest flowers of May,With early roses, lingering ...
I like the Anglo-Saxon speech With its direct revealings;It takes a hold, and seems to reach 'Way down into your ...
Behold the undergraduate -- A most amusing fellowIn all his jesting up-to-date --His sense of humor is so great, His ...
The courts of love are fair to see Built of shining masonryQuaintly carved in olden day ...
A civic lady, peerly proudOf excellences that here crowd About her trim, well-ordered streets: The visitor she warmly greetsE'er with ...
Old Winter's joys are many; keen and bracing is his air,Tracing forms of grace and beauty on the window-pane;Yet when ...
503Better - than Music! For I - who heard it -I was used - to the Birds - before -This ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings -- Like fallow Article -- And not a song pervade his Lips -- ...
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- I was used -- to the Birds -- before ...
THERE'S just a twinkle in your eye That seems to say I MIGHT, if I Were only bold enough to ...
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