A Baby Running Barefoot (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass The little white feet nod like white flowers in ...
When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass The little white feet nod like white flowers in ...
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
O woe is me for the merry life I led beyond the Bar, And a treble woe for my winsome ...
Oh Leaves of Red of leaves of red what would the father have said to see so many leaves of ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl, Laves in ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Called The Hon 'Lizard Gizzard' with aptness bearing fruit from his septic yellow face to his pinstripe business suit, famous ...
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
We came to find the place contained in legendary tracts, the hidden land of fulsome wealth that we had sorely ...
It seldom snowed they said, and they were nearly right. In all of nine eventful seasons crystal white on average ...
In a slow drawn focus the concrete blocks that prop up my view of the sky morph soft and easy ...
Let's talk about the weather then, would that help you take your ease? Gossip is so rare from you the ...
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One: Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun. Five rosy ...
Chorus.-She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a lo'esome wee thing, This dear ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
"He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss. He only went to the Two-mile -- ...
Lo, find we here when the ripe day is o'er A kingdom of enchantment by the shore! Behold the sky ...
Oh, the charm of idle dreaming Where the dappled shadows dance, All the leafy aisles are teeming With the lure ...
Dear Jane! dear winsome Jane! How you stole in the room (where I lay so ill) In your nurse's cap ...
My love looks like a girl to-night, But she is old. The plaits that lie along her pillow Are not ...
Written for the Art Autograph during the Irish Famine, 1880. Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland, Charmer of the sun and sea, ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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