The Quest Of The Queen (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
All on a windy morn in lusty March,Rode Godwin hawking thro' his father's woodsAnd singing as he rode: stalwart was ...
All on a windy morn in lusty March,Rode Godwin hawking thro' his father's woodsAnd singing as he rode: stalwart was ...
The sunset lingered in the pale green West: In rosy wastes the low soft evening starWoke; while the last white ...
'Tis true, although 'tis sad to say,Disputes are rising every day.You'd think, if no one did deny it,A little work-box ...
God! How I hate you, you young cheerful men,Whose pious poetry blossoms on your gravesAs soon as you are in ...
Oh! had I now an overcoat,For I am nearly freezing;My head and lungs are stopped with cold,And often I am ...
Iusiurandum patri datum usqueathanc diem ita servavi... Hannibal I - Why ride away, Shadow, hands broken on the mail, Sparks ...
Where have you been, Gilly, where have you been?Shooting at a mark with the lads upon the green?Or out on ...
1892 "And there is a Japanese idol at Kamakura" Oye who treated the Narrow Way By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day, ...
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
There is a shattered palm on this fierce shore, its plumes the rusting helm- et of a dead warrior. Numb ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
Eggshell and Wedgwood Blue were just two Of the range on the colour cards Dulux Tailored to our taste in ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
In his tenth July some instinct taught him to arm the waiting wave, a giant where its mouth hung open. ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes, Nor the rain make lamentation When the ...
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