The Parsonage Improved (Henry James Pye Poems)
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide In slow meanders thro' the winding vale, And fertile Cestria's pastures green divide; Deep in the bosom ...
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide In slow meanders thro' the winding vale, And fertile Cestria's pastures green divide; Deep in the bosom ...
First, then, I say, the mind which oft we callThe intellect, wherein is seated life'sCounsel and regimen, is part no ...
First, then, I say, the mind which oft we callThe intellect, wherein is seated life'sCounsel and regimen, is part no ...
There was a child that screamed,And if it was the gathering tingling dark,Or if it was the tingling silencesBetween few ...
The pin-swin or spine-swine(the edgehog miscalled hedgehog) with all his edges out, echidna and echinoderm in distressed-pin-cushion thorn-fur coats, the spiny ...
October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchenI study my father's embarrassed young man's face.Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand ...
I The ragged pilgrim, on the road to nowhere, Waits at the granite milestone. It grows dark. Willows lean by ...
Our drift-wood fire burns drowsily, The fog hangs low afar,A thousand sea-birds fearlessly Hover ...
I might have been a worker, but I'm nothing but a drone.I tell my idle stories in a philosophic tone.In ...
I Its roots are bristling in the air Like some mad Earth-god's spiny hair; The loud south-wester's swell and yell ...
This valley wood is pledged To the set shape of things, And reasonably hedged: Here are no harpies fledged, No ...
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
Praise the good-tempered summer and the red cardinal that jumps like a hot coal off the track. Praise the heavy ...
October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father's embarrassed young man's face. Sheepish grin, he holds in ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
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