John Bede Polding (Henry Kendall Poems)
With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head, A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew;But cannot say the words that ...
With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head, A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew;But cannot say the words that ...
A voice of grave, deep emphasis Is in the woods to-night;No sound of radiant day is this, No cadence of the light.Here ...
In a far-away glen of the hills, Where the bird of the night is at rest,Shut in from the thunder that ...
YOU KNOW I left my forest home full loth,And those weird ways I knew so well and long,Dishevelled with their ...
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