The Geate a-Vallen to (William Barnes Poem)
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries ...
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
You will be walking some night in the comfortable dark of your yard and suddenly a great light will shine ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion There was a Boy whose name was Jim; ...
There is an eye, there was a slit. Nights walk, and confer on him fear. The strangler tree, the dancing ...
O SAW ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? She's down in the ...
GUID speed and furder to you, Johnie, Guid health, hale han's, an' weather bonie; Now, when ye're nickin down fu' ...
THERE'S Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the King o' gude fellows, and wale o' auld men; ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
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