The Vale Of Shadows (Clinton Scollard Poems)
There is a vale in the Flemish land, A vale once fair to see,Where under the sweep of the ...
There is a vale in the Flemish land, A vale once fair to see,Where under the sweep of the ...
'T Was Captain Church, bescarred and brown,And armed cap-a-pie. Came ambling into Plymouth-town; And from far riding up and down ...
It was Sir Frederick Hamilton's men Were hungry for the fray, And it was a son of the bog ...
The mist crept in from the sea Out of the void and the vast; And it bore the silver ...
O a song for Joyce's Country, where the grim wild mountains be, And the wind wails over the moorland as ...
I set apart a day for wandering; I heard the woodlands ring, The hidden white-throat sing, And the harmonic West, ...
What is that shimmering line of white Gliding under the stark midnight-- Gliding--gliding--gliding--gliding-- Where the river gleams when the ...
Over the wave-rim faint and far (Spectral sail and ghostly spar) Through the mist-banks a vessel glides Biding the ...
By the "Church of the Name" lies Desmond, The body of Desmond lies, And the wind of the east ...
I crept up Benbulbin a-hunting the boar; Mist swooped on the heather, mist swept down the shore, And all of ...
Across the azure spaces, Athwart the vasts of sky,With winnowings of mighty wings The winds of God go ...
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