The Barrel-Organ (Alfred Noyes Poems)
There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street In the City as the sun sinks low; And the music's not ...
There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street In the City as the sun sinks low; And the music's not ...
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passedOut of the wood and saw the sickle moonFloating in daylight o'er the ...
Hushed are the whimpering winds on the hill, Dumb is the shrinking plain,And the songs that enchanted the woods ...
I.Before those golden altar-lights we stood, Each one of us remembering his own dead.A more than earthly beauty seemed to ...
I England, my mother, Lift to my western sweetheart ...
Old Grey Squirrel might have been Almost anything —Might have been a soldier, sailor, Tinker, tailor(Never a beggar-man, ...
I Yes! Beauty still rebels! Our dreams like clouds disperse: ...
Queen of queens, oh lady mine, You who say you love me, Here's a cup of crimson ...
The Temple Bell was out of tune,That once out-melodied sun and moon.Instead of calling folk to prayerIt spread an evil ...
Elf-blooded creature, little did he reck Of this blind world's delights,Content to wreathe his legs around his neck ...
Its quiet graves were made for peace till Gabriel blows his horn. Those wise old elms could hear ...
The man who discovered the use of a chair, _Odds--bobs-- What a wonderful man!_He used to sit down on ...
I.Black-veiled, black-gowned, she rides in bus and train, With eyes that fill too listlessly for tears.Her waxen hands clasp and ...
Dark, dark, lay the drifters, against the red west, As they shot their long meshes of steel overside; And the ...
Trumpeter, sound for the last Crusade!Sound for the fire of the red-cross kings, Sound for the passion, ...
The war will change many things in art and life, and among them, it is to be hoped, many of ...
(WHAT THE GHOSTS SAID.)And after all the labour and the pains,After the heaping up of gold on gold,After success that ...
When the last charge sounds And the battle thunders o'er the plain,Thunders o'er the trenches where the red streams ...
When Spring comes back to EnglandAnd crowns her brows with May,Round the merry moonlit worldShe goes the greenwood way:She throws ...
Last night I rode with Touchstone on a busFrom Ludgate Hill to World's End. It was he!Despite the broadcloth and ...
When Shakespeare came to London He met no shouting throngs; He carried in his knapsack A scroll of quiet songs. ...
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