Bare Almond-Trees (D H Lawrence Poems)
WET almond-trees, in the rain,Like iron sticking grimly out of earth;Black almond trunks, in the rain,Like iron implements twisted, hideous, ...
WET almond-trees, in the rain,Like iron sticking grimly out of earth;Black almond trunks, in the rain,Like iron implements twisted, hideous, ...
Sorrie I am, my God, sorrie I am, That my offences course it in a ring. My thoughts are working ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
MOTHER of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores of ...
No bitterness: our ancestors did it. They were only ignorant and hopeful, they wanted freedom but wealth too. Their children ...
Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am, That my offences course it in a ring. My thoughts are working ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
I Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd. A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown About the sky; where that ...
Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride From the north Alps to the Sicilian ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
To AEtna's scorching sands my Phaon flies! False Youth! can other charms attractive prove? Say, can Sicilian loves thy passions ...
Blest as the Gods! Sicilian Maid is he, The youth whose soul thy yielding graces charm; Who bound, O! thraldom ...
I wake! delusive phantoms hence, away! Tempt not the weakness of a lover's breast; The softest breeze can shake the ...
Lead me, Sicilian Maids, to haunted bow'rs, While yon pale moon displays her faintest beams O'er blasted woodlands, and enchanted ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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