“We climbed that hill” (Lesbia Harford Poems)
We climbed that hill,The road flushed red in prideAt being beauty's boundary. Either sideStretched beauty, beauty ever, beauty still.For on ...
We climbed that hill,The road flushed red in prideAt being beauty's boundary. Either sideStretched beauty, beauty ever, beauty still.For on ...
I dare not leave the splendid townTo go where morning meadows are,For somewhere here the Future's hidIn factory, shop, or ...
I sit at my machine,Hour long beside me Vera aged nineteen,Babbles her sweet and innocent tale of sex.Her boy, she ...
Great crane o'ertopping the delicate treesWhy do you seem so fair,Swaying and raising your load with easeHigh in the misty ...
Most people have a way of making friendsThat's very queer.They don't choose whom they like, but anyoneIn some way near.The ...
They are so glad of a young companion,They hail and bless me, these boys of mine,And I whose pathway was ...
I read a statement in a newspaperThat Twentyman, the manufacturer,Found it was cheaper to deliver goodsBy horse and lorry than ...
You want a lilyAnd you plead with me"Give me my lily back."I went to seeA friend last night and on ...
Through the swift nightI go to my love.Tram bells are joy bells,Bidding us moveOn a golden pathBeneath balls of fireUp ...
I dreamt last night of happy home-comings.Friends I had loved and had believed were deadCame happily to visit me and ...
Sometimes I loseMy power of loving for an hour or two,Then I misuseMy knowledge of friends' secrets to abuseThem far ...
My lovely pixie, my good companion,You do not love me, bed-mate of mine,Save as a child loves,Careless of loving,Rather preferring ...
I had a lover who betrayed me.First he implored and then gainsaid me.Hopeless I dared no more importune.I found new ...
Frolic mountain windsInnocent and shy,Kiss my darling's cheekAs they scurry by.Little fragrant leavesWith the dawn astir,Make a million songsFull of ...
Ours was a friendship in secret, my dear,Stolen from fate.I must be secret still, show myself calmEarly and late."Isn't it ...
If I had six white horsesAnd six sturdy friends,I'd sell them into slavery,If that would gain your ends.I'd sell them ...
I have two wingsTo raise me to the skies.Withouten theseMy soul could never rise.My shining friends,All white and gold are ...
To Plato's dictumAssent she lends.All things in commonWe hold, as friends.I share her riches.In days to beShe'll come and share ...
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