Spring Wish (John Chipman Farrar Poems)
A frog's a very happy thing,Cool and green in early spring,Quick and silver through the pool,With no thought of books ...
A frog's a very happy thing,Cool and green in early spring,Quick and silver through the pool,With no thought of books ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throngThat rushes fast the streets along?Can Rhodes a prey to flames, then, be?In ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, ...
'TWAS a bright May morn, and each opening flower Lay sunning itself in Flora's bower; Young Love, who was fluttering ...
Lady who hold'st on me dominion!Within your spirit's arms I stay me fastAgainst the fellImmitigate ravening of the gates of ...
I came to the churchyard where pretty Joy lies On a morning in April, a rare sunny ...
LET me have a scarlet mapleFor the grave-tree at my head,With the quiet sun behind it,In the years when I ...
Flowers are dancing, waves playing, pines swaying, gulls are a-swarm; Sea and heather, sunning together, glad of the weather, ...
We shall not ever meet them bearded in heavenNor sunning themselves among the bald of hell;If anywhere, in the deserted ...
I was welcomed here-clear gold of late summer, of opening autumn, the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree, ...
We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell; If anywhere, in ...
I couldn't see whether they were for a boy or a girl never had that chance all I saw was ...
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
As cats bring their smiling mouse-kills and hypnotised birds, slinking home under the light of a summer's morning to offer ...
She has attained the permanence She dreamed of, where old stones lie sunning. Untended stalks blow over her Even and ...
Securely sunning in a forest glade, A mild, well-meaning snake Approved the adaptations he had made For safety's sake. He ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
You said you would kill it this morning. Do not kill it. It startles me still, The jut of that ...
While at her bedroom window once, Learning her task for school, Little Louisa lonely sat In the morning clear and ...
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