The Foredawn Hour (John Payne Poems)
IBETWEEN the night-end and the break of dayAn hour there is that from the thither shoreOf the dark river its ...
IBETWEEN the night-end and the break of dayAn hour there is that from the thither shoreOf the dark river its ...
Alack! ah who could the ill Christian beThat stole my pot away,My pot of basil of Salern, from me?'Twas thriv'n ...
SWEET April, with thy mingling tears and smiles,Dear maid-child of the changing months that art,What wit so blunt, what breast ...
OCTOBER, May of the descending days,Mid-Spring of Autumn, on the shortening stairOf the year's eld abiding still and fair,A pause ...
THE roofs are dreary with the drifted rimeAnd in the air a stillness as of deathTh'approach of some portentousness foresaith.December ...
AUGUST, thou monarch of the mellow noon,That with thy sceptre smit'st the teeming plainAnd gladd'nest all the world with golden ...
HOW is the world of Summer's splendours shorn!The rose has had its day; from weald and woldPast is the blossom-pomp, ...
MARCH comes at last, the labouring lands to free.Rude blusterer, with thy cloud-compelling blast,The pining plains from cark of Winter ...
THIS is the bitter birth-month of the year.The sun looms large against the leaden sky,Rayless and red, as 'twere a ...
HOW long, o Lord, how long the Winter's woes?Is it to purge the world of sin and stainThat in its ...
THE empress of the year, the meadows' queen,Back from the East, with all her goodly train,Is come, to glorify the ...
NOT seldom, whilst the Winter yet is king,Whilst yet the meads are mute and boughs are bare,A stirring in the ...
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