On Christmas Eve (William Wilfred Campbell Poems)
In byre and barn the mows are brim with sheaves,Where stealeth in with phosphorescent treadThe glimmering moon, and, 'neath his ...
In byre and barn the mows are brim with sheaves,Where stealeth in with phosphorescent treadThe glimmering moon, and, 'neath his ...
Wattled, blink-eyed,Rested 'pon a lily-pad of ease;Sunnin' neath a golden sun,Baskin' neath a frost-white moon;Lollin', easeful, gazin' at the stars,He ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
NOW hark! what loud, tumultuous joys resound,From all the echoing rocks and valleys round;And hear! the sage oraculous declare,Tis time ...
1295So the land had rest! and the cloud of that heart-sore struggle and painRose from her ancient hills, and peace ...
NOTHING is better, I well think, Than love; the hidden well-waterIs not so delicate to drink: This was ...
I. THOU who stealest fire, From ...
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
YOU ruffled black blossom,You glossy dark wind.Your sort of gorgeousness,Dark and lustrousAnd skinny repulsiveAnd poppy-glossy,Is the gorgeousness that evokes my ...
List a tale a fairy sent usFresh from dear Mundi Juventus.When Love and all the world was young,And birds conversed ...
I am a Witch, and a kind old Witch,There's many a one knows that—Alone I live in my little dark ...
When daffodils danced in Chuck Hatch, and white cloudsDrew their own shadowy purple across the hills,Darkening the valley where the ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
I. O goat-foot God of Arcady! This modern world is grey and old, And what remains to us of thee? ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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