Garden Fires (Flora Thompson Poems)
A drift of wood and weed-smokeFloats o'er the garden spaces,Circling the orchard tree-tops;They're burning up the tracesOf Winter from the ...
A drift of wood and weed-smokeFloats o'er the garden spaces,Circling the orchard tree-tops;They're burning up the tracesOf Winter from the ...
Further than Hoythe mermaids whisperthrough ivory shellsa-babble with vowelsFurther than historythe legends thickenthe buried brokenvases and columnsFurther than fameare fleas ...
Dreary East winds howling o'er us;Clay-lands knee-deep spread before us;Mire and ice and snow and sleet;Aching backs and frozen feet;Knees ...
Obedient daily dress, You cannot always keep That unfakable young surface. You must learn your lines - Anger, amusement, sleep; ...
What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey ...
O do not use me After my sins! look not on my dessert, But on your glory! Then you will ...
dodona oak (the tree of life) sheds leaves nutritious-which feeds blood and mind today there's not a jot (from which ...
Inscription for a Garden Wall Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; But where this old wall burns a sunny ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
1 OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come, Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys, Leaning back in their open barouches, ...
Conscience is instinct bred in the house, Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin By an unnatural breeding in and in. ...
And did young Stephen sicken, And did young Stephen die? And did the sad hearts thicken, And did the mourners ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
I. Years upon years, as a course of clouds that thicken Thronging the ways of the wind that shifts and ...
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink ...
I. Time, thy name is sorrow, says the stricken Heart of life, laid waste with wasting flame Ere the change ...
MY heart, when first the blackbird sings, My heart drinks in the song: Cool pleasure fills my bosom through And ...
I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...
Love is enough: ho ye who seek saving, Go no further; come hither; there have been who have found it, ...
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