Ode to the Northeast Wind (Charles Kingsley Poem)
Welcome, wild Northeaster! Shame it is to see Odes to every zephyr; Ne'er a verse to thee. Welcome, black Northeaster! ...
Welcome, wild Northeaster! Shame it is to see Odes to every zephyr; Ne'er a verse to thee. Welcome, black Northeaster! ...
in the touch of my daughters' fingers in the brush of our cats' fur in the swirl of leaves falling ...
Walking carefully onto the stone bridge snow and ice on the path We stood together in our finery our three ...
They came out of storage, off the rack around my neck, starting today, thirteen, maybe fourteen ties (or at least ...
Pillows of light, white snow Atop the raspberry bramble At the back of the yard The edge of the wild ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the ...
I Once in the winter Out on a lake In the heart of the north-land, Far from the Fort And ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on ...
Always I knew that it could not last (Gathering clouds, and the snowflakes flying), Now it is part of the ...
Shock-headed blackfellow, Boy (on a pony). Snowflakes are falling Gentle and slow, Youngster says, "Frying Pan What makes it snow?" ...
There was a rich old gentleman Lived on a lonely moor in Switzerland, And he was very hard to the ...
Frosty-white and cold it lies Underneath the fretful skies; Snowflakes flutter where the red Banners of the poppies spread, And ...
Now this is the story of Olaf Who ages and ages ago Lived right on the top of a mountain, ...
In an opal dream cave I found a fairy: Her wings were frailer than flower petals, Frailer far than snowflakes. ...
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