The Kingdom Of The Downs (Ewart Alan Mackintosh Poems)
Beyond the woodland's shading, Beyond the sun-kissed field,Where laughs in joy unfading The garden of the weald,Look southward where uplifted ...
Beyond the woodland's shading, Beyond the sun-kissed field,Where laughs in joy unfading The garden of the weald,Look southward where uplifted ...
We shall see the daylight breaking,Watch the rosy dawn awaking;We shall see the twilight fading—Adown the path the elms are ...
Aren't they beautiful in the sun! she said,Shading her youthful eyes against the light,In rapturous wonder at the bombers' flight,Silver ...
The Sabbath morning from the night awoke All sunshine crowned: rough men disdaining toil Had cleared their brows from work-day's ...
The two men in the road were taken aback.The lovers came out shading their eyes from the sun,And never was ...
NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Black and white polar opposites not the gray of this world the instruction of God Hate evil, love good maintain ...
They were the ferns we could draw when we were little like turkeys made from hand stencils elementary school ferns ...
Lead and wood Fused for a purpose Life changes In blackened ovals Shading, within the lines Fear, struggle. Am I ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
-and not simply by the fact that this shading of forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam, the gloom of ...
STREAMS that glide in orient plains, Never bound by Winter's chains; Glowing here on golden sands, There immix'd with foulest ...
Because my overcoat's in pawn, I choose to take my glass Within a little bistro on The rue du Montparnasse; ...
I have some friends, some worthy friends, And worthy friends are rare: These carpet slippers on my feet, That padded ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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