Songs Of Seven (complete) (Jean Ingelow Poems)
SEVEN TIMES ONE. EXULTATION.There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover, There’s no rain left in heaven:I’ve said my “seven times” ...
SEVEN TIMES ONE. EXULTATION.There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover, There’s no rain left in heaven:I’ve said my “seven times” ...
I doe not grieue when some vnwholsome aire Mildewes rich fields, nor when the clusters faireOf Claret, rot through too abundant ...
Winds carve this landAnd velvet whorls of sandAnnul footprint and graveOf lover, fool and knave.Briefly the vetches bloomIn the blind ...
I O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the ...
Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof; thou makest it soft with the drops of ...
Say, O wander-lover, say,What is May in Umbria?Days that never dim nor darkle;Nights that spangle, nights that sparkle;Dawns that flame ...
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