“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 ...
He has picked grapes in the sun. Oh it seemsLike a fairy tale,Like a tale of dreams."He in his slender ...
They are so glad of a young companion,They hail and bless me, these boys of mine,And I whose pathway was ...
Today, in class,I read aloud to forty little boysThe legend of King Croesus' boasted joys.They were so young,Restless, and eager, ...
When I go up to work the young blue seaHas not awaked from dreams:It fades to meet the blue sky ...
They say - priests say -That God loves the world.Maybe he does,When the dew is pearl'dOn the emerald grass,Or the ...
Beauty does not walk through lovely days.Beauty walks with horror in her hair.Down long centuries of pleasant waysMen have found ...
In this little schoolLife goes so sweetly,Day on azure dayIs lost completely.No one thinks too much,Or worries greatly.In a pleasant ...
O little plum tree in the garden, you'reAflower again,With memories of a million springs and myBrief years of pain.O little ...
Pat wasn't Pat last night at all.He was the rain,The Spring,Young Dionysus, white and warm,Lilac and everything. (Lesbia Harford)
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