Before The Feast Of Shushan (Anne Spencer Poems)
Garden of Shushan!After Eden, all terrace, pool, and flower recollect thee:Ye weavers in saffron and haze and Tyrian purple,Tell yet ...
Garden of Shushan!After Eden, all terrace, pool, and flower recollect thee:Ye weavers in saffron and haze and Tyrian purple,Tell yet ...
Chuff! Chuff! Chuff! With a rumble and a rattle, Waking every echo on the old bush road;Waking, too, the wonder ...
We have scrubbed, and scoured and polished, till she's looking just like new,And her good old engines singing, and our ...
Spring surely must be near. High over head The kind blue heavens bend to timbers tall;And here, this morning, is ...
Healesville is a smiling lass, 'Mid her encircling hills,Where down full many a mountain pass The gold of wattle spills.She ...
Three roads there are that climb and windAmongst the hills, and leave behindThe patterned orchards, sloping downTo meet a little ...
Oh say not that no perfume dwells;The wilding flowers among,Say not that in the forest dellsIs heard no voice of ...
Dolefully and drearily Come I with the spring;Wearily and cerily My threnody I sing.Hear my drear, discordant note Sobbing, sobbing ...
Be ye stockmen or no, to my story give ear.Alas! for poor Jack, no more shall we hearThe crack of ...
A cottage small be mine, with porch Enwreathed with ivy green,And brightsome flowers with dew-filled bells, 'Mid brown old wattles ...
'Tis the early summer season, when the skies are clear and blue;When wide warm fields are glad with corn as ...
Why should not wattle do For mistletoe?Asked one — they were but two — Where wattles grow.He was her lover, ...
A fence of wattles Placed just so in the mud shaped in labyrinth out in the current by the landing, ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
The London lights are far abeam Behind a bank of cloud, Along the shore the gaslights gleam, The gale is ...
There's a sunny Southern land, And it's there that I would be Where the big hills stand, In the South ...
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