The Western (Herbert Ashley Asquith Poems)
THOR draws a chord invisible Across the shaking sky:I hear the tearing of the shell, The bullets sing and cry,As, charging through ...
THOR draws a chord invisible Across the shaking sky:I hear the tearing of the shell, The bullets sing and cry,As, charging through ...
Black in the summer night my Cotwold hillAslant my window sleeps, beneath a skyDeep as the bedded violets that fillMarch ...
Thou, spirit of the spangled night!I woo thee from the watchtower high,Where thou dost sit to guide the barkOf lonely ...
I. Mist on the mountain height Silvery creeping; Incarnate beads of light Bloom-cradled sleeping, Dripped from the brow of Night. II. Shadows, and winds that rise Over the ...
I.There is a flute that follows meFrom tree to tree:A water flute a spirit setsTo silver lips in waterfalls,And through ...
I will not try to reach again, I will not set my sail alone, To moor a boat bereft of men At Yarnton's ...
THAT'S the dove, my darling!Murmurous, soft and tender;There! she's mooning, crooning,On a pine-branch slender.And ah! it's the dove, the dove, ...
When pride and envy, and the scornOf wealth my heart with gall imbued,I thought how pleasant were the mornOf silence, ...
I will not try the reach again, I will not set my sail alone, To moor a boat bereft of men At Yarnton's ...
Dear streamlet, tripping down thy devious course, Or lulled in smoothest pools of sombre hue, Or breaking over stones with murmurs hoarse, To ...
Passing I saw her as she stood beside A lonely stream between two barren wolds; Her loose vest hung in rudely--gathered folds On ...
One fluting on sad wolds Pan's flight left drear, One crying down the wayward wind of Chance,One piping unto feet that ...
A settler in the olden times went forthWith four of his most bold and trusted menInto the wilderness-went forth to ...
1 England, fair England! Empress isle of isles! --Round whom the loving-envious ocean plays, Girdling thy feet with silver and ...
I. THOU who stealest fire, From ...
You'll take my tale with a little salt;But it needs none, nevertheless!I was foiled completely - fair at fault -Disheartened, ...
Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;The west wind breathes upon them, pure ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
IN summer dusk the valley lies With far-flung shadow veil; A cloud-sea laps the precipice Before the evening gale: The ...
EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds A dulcimer of patience in his hand, Whence harmonies, we cannot understand, Of God; ...
Over the fields we go, through the sweets of the purple clover, That letters a message for us as for ...
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