Beechwood (John Freeman Poems)
Hear me, O beeches! YouThat have with ageless anguish slowly risenFrom earth's still secret prisonInto the ampler prison of aery ...
Hear me, O beeches! YouThat have with ageless anguish slowly risenFrom earth's still secret prisonInto the ampler prison of aery ...
The pigeons, following the faint warm light,Stayed at last on the roof till warmth was gone,Then in the mist that's ...
Shall for the Man of Ross thy Lyre be strung,And sleeps illustrious Thanet yet unsung?Since to distinguish Merit is thy ...
They cut it down, and where the pitch-black aislesOf forest night had hid eternal things, They scaled the sky with ...
My dear wife sits beside the fire With folded hands and dreaming eyes,Watching the restless flames aspire, And wrapped in thralling memories.I ...
On the wide fields the water gleams like snow,And snow like water pale beneath pale sky,When old and burdened the ...
SLOW toiling upward from' the misty vale,I leave the bright enamelled zones below;No more for me their beauteous bloom shall ...
THE VICAR.WHERE ends our chancel in a vaulted space,Sleep the departed Vicars of the place;Of most, all mention, memory, thought ...
On the lone height of some untrodden hill The shadowy mother goes, Calling, calling; Grief hath her eyes, her cheek ...
Against the changes of obsequious time, That shifts his seasons as his lord, the sun, Dictates which way his supple ...
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