The Hills Of Home (Malcolm Hemphrey Poems)
Oh! yon hills are filled with sunlight, and the green leaves paled to gold,And the smoking mists of Autumn hanging faintly o'er ...
Oh! yon hills are filled with sunlight, and the green leaves paled to gold,And the smoking mists of Autumn hanging faintly o'er ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
Young and a conqueror, once on a day,Wild white Winter rode out this way;With his sword of ice and his ...
WHERE baby oaks play in the breeze Among wood-sorrel and fringed fern, Through the green garments of the ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
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