The Fall of Needwood (Francis Noel Clarke Mundy Poems)
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
ILMARINEN FORGES THE SAMPO.Wainamoinen, the magician,Takes his steed of copper color,Hitches quick his fleet-foot courser,Puts his racer to the snow-sledge,Straightway ...
WAINIOINEN'S RESCUE.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Swam through all the deep-sea waters,Floating like a branch of aspen,Like a withered twig of willow;Swam ...
What thing unto mine earWouldst thou convey,-what secret thing,O wandering water ever whispering?Surely thy speech shall be of her.Thou water, ...
1 BLESSED was she that bare, Hidden in flesh most fair,For all men's sake ...
In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter (And heaven it knoweth what that may mean;Meaning, however, is no great matter) ...
Is the morning dim and cloudy? Does the wind drift up the leaves? Is there mist upon the mountains, where ...
In answer to those who have said that English Poetsgive no personal love to their country.ENGLAND, my country, austere in ...
It was my home, not ringed with roses blowing, Nor set in meadows where cool waters croon; Parched ...
As I came down from Lebanon, Came winding, wandering slowly down Through mountain passes bleak and brown, The cloudless day ...
Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens ...
UP and down the lanes of love,With the bright blue skies above,And the grass beneath our feet,O, so green and ...
HERE'S the Spring-time, Sweet! Earth's green gown is new, Lambs begin to bleat, Doves begin to ...
Then give me a hut in my own native land,Or a tent in the bush with the mountains so grand;With ...
LOVE only sings when Love is young,When Love is young and still at play,How shall we count the sweet songs ...
WOE is me to tell it thee, Winter winds in Arcady! Scattered is thy flock and fled From the glades ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
Dear love, if you and I could sail away, With snowy pennons to the wind unfurled, Across the waters of ...
Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens ...
STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander Far from the commoner way; Old-time trills and falls ...
I never said I loved you, John: Why will you tease me day by day, And wax a weariness to ...
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