The Native-Born (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach, And the koil sings above it, in the siris by ...
Look not in my eyes, for fear Thy mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face ...
Get up, get up for shame! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws ...
New moon on the lake. Your voice and the nightingale serenade springtime. Full moon on the lake. Your voice and ...
LET mine eye the farewell say, That my lips can utter ne'er; Fain I'd ...
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and to many will appear so wild and fantastic, ...
The wellspring of words the sense of the place writing giving me words to speak the source of this space ...
In my mind's eye remembering some that I had seen the words on the radio speaking to me In lines ...
Like bolls of color yet falling from the branches the heavy blossoms of the cherry tree Beauty in each cluster ...
Somehow appropriate the imagery of destruction the counterpoint of the blossoms the sacred cherry trees Something precious in the transience ...
Hidden after springtime the budding of the trees unseen in the summer until they lose their leaves Haystacks in the ...
The rose shears moving quickly I gathered the sprigs of lilacs from all over the yard Moving quickly to gather ...
The lilacs illumined in the morning sun hard to describe the color so soft, finely spun Blue, not purple like ...
A cloud of intoxication slowing our steps or mine at least gathering in the nectar breathing springtime in The white ...
The world contracting pulling in on itself slowing down and sleeping like the animals hibernating under a blanket of white ...
Forsythia, yellow bush aflame springtime bursting into sudden bloom Memories of my childhood home the taste of the yellow petals ...
Something about the forty something temperature the warm rain yesterday, the melting snow and ice made my mind wander to ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Two dreams came down to earth one night From the realm of mist and dew; One was a dream of ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can ...
We both have our hands to give Take mine I shall lead you afar I have lived several times my ...
FEBRUARY, 1917 I never thought again to hear The Oxford thrushes singing clear, Amid the February rain, Their sweet, indomitable ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
Oh, quick to feel the lightest touch Of beauty or of truth, Rich in the thoughtfulness of age, The hopefulness ...
I have seen peoples come and go Alike the Ocean'd ebb and flow; I have seen kingdoms rise and fall ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
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