The Rush-Bearing At Ambleside (Letitia Elizabeth Landon Poems)
SUMMER is come, with her leaves and her flowers-Summer is come, with the sun on her hours;The lark in the ...
SUMMER is come, with her leaves and her flowers-Summer is come, with the sun on her hours;The lark in the ...
IFLOWERS are poetic, vegetables prose,-So it is said; yet music may there be,Though in a lower, less ecstatic key,In common ...
The fairy world is just like ours-There bloom again our faded flowers;Transplanted hence by magic spell-And how, I know - ...
SWEET Avon glides where clinging rushes seem To stay his course, and, in his flattering glass, Meadows and hills and mellow woodlands ...
As late I rambled in the happy fields,What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dewFrom his lush clover covert;-when anewAdventurous ...
THE power of spring is waxing. One by oneThe Wallflowers show their comeliness at lastIn token that the winter months ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
GOD of this Planet! for the name best fitsThe purblind view, which men of this "dim spot"Can take of THEE, ...
O, ye have lost, Mountains, and moors, and meads, the radiant throng That peopled your green solitudes, and filled The ...
Let's talk about love, that wonderful thing,Let's blend the scent of Venice with Paris in Spring,Let's gaze at that moon ...
I STILL remember how she moved Among the rathe, wild blooms she loved, (When Spring came tip-toe down the slopes, ...
HER Leghorn hat was of the bright gold tintThe setting sunbeams give to autumn clouds;The ribband that encircled it as ...
By the old Pagoda Anchorage they lay full fifteen strong,And their spars were like a forest, and their names were ...
Said Ann to Matilda, "I wish that we knewIf what we've been reading of fairies be true.Do you think that ...
ILet me dream a while; the day is done;Let me drift away in Charon's barge;Moonlight pours upon the Isle of ...
The ships he served of old,When blood was young and hot,Long wrecked or scrapped or sold;Their very names forgot;The ships ...
Sometimes the strident reds and burning blues,The raw vermillions and magenta huesAre all too harsh.they persecute our eyes.So then, like ...
What's that over there? Thiepval Wood.Take a steady look at it; it'll do you good.Here, these glasses will help you. ...
As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew From his lush clover ...
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