To A Baby Found Paddling Near The Lines (Herbert Ashley Asquith Poems)
Hail! O Baby of the MayIn the bubbling river-bed,Playing where the cannon play,With the shrapnel overhead!Sparkling in and flashing outThrough ...
Hail! O Baby of the MayIn the bubbling river-bed,Playing where the cannon play,With the shrapnel overhead!Sparkling in and flashing outThrough ...
<i>Horace, Odes, iv, 7</i>The snows are fled away, leaves on the shawsAnd grasses in the mead renew their birth,The river ...
31THE trees come up to my windowlike the yearning voice of the dumb earth. 32HIS own mornings are new surprises to ...
In its color, shade and shine, 'T was a summer warm as wine, With an effervescent flavoring of flowered bough and vine, And ...
I remember sitting together in parksleaning over bridgescounting trout and swansholding hands under archeskissing away sunsand moons into darkness.I remember ...
O Singers, up the heights of goldWhereon Song dwells-with thoughts that runTo music, as the flowers unfoldAnd gladden to the ...
RING-A-RING of little boys. Ring-a-ring of girls;All around-all around, Twists and twirls.You are merry children; "Yes, we are."Where do you come from? "Not very ...
With one black shadow at its feet, The house thro' all the level shines,Close-latticed to the brooding ...
The gipsy wife came to my door with pegs and brooms to sellThey make by many a roadside fire and ...
On Busento's grassy banks a muffled chorus echoes nightly, While the swirling eddies answer and the wavelets ripple lightly. Up ...
Horace, Odes, iv, 7The snows are fled away, leaves on the shawsAnd grasses in the mead renew their birth,The river ...
FROM sea to shore, from river-bed to strand, O'er plain and mountain, Life hath held its way, Clothed in new ...
They think that I forgetWho need no longer sigh,Whose eye no more is wet.A river-bed gone dryIs hollowed to its ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws And grasses in the mead renew their birth, The river to ...
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
With one black shadow at its feet, The house thro' all the level shines, Close-latticed to the brooding heat, And ...
The drought is down on field and flock, The river-bed is dry; And we must shift the starving stock Before ...
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the ...
In the dour ages Of drafty cells and draftier castles, Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables, Saint and ...
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