To An English Skylark (Maurice Thompson Poems)
Oh,How I long to go,On a seaward-blowing breeze,To the garden of the seas—To brave King Arthur's land,To that fair island ...
Oh,How I long to go,On a seaward-blowing breeze,To the garden of the seas—To brave King Arthur's land,To that fair island ...
You ask me whyI long to flyOut from your palace to the dreamy woodsAnd the summer solitudes,Why I pineIn this ...
I: EROSO naked baby Love among the roses,Watching with laughing gray-green eyes for me,Who says that thou art blind? Who ...
I"Soulless," they said, but I was blindTo all things save the hazel deeps,Unruffled by a gust of wind,Wherein thy wondrous ...
Ho, for the marshes, green with Spring,Where the bitterns croak and the plovers pipe,Where the gaunt old heron spreads his ...
If I were a poet, my sweetest songShould have the bouquet of scuppernong,With a racy smack in every lineFrom the ...
In the green solitudesOf the deep, shady woodsThy lot is kindly cast, and life to theeIs like a gust of ...
The gold-bird came in the May mornDown fragrant billows of southwest weather:He fell, like a flame, in the sweet thorn,—He ...
The joy is great of him who straysIn shady woods on summer days,With eyes alert and muscles steady,His longbow strung, ...
Where water-grass grows overgreenOn damp cool flats by gentle streams,Still as a ghost and sad of mien,With half-closed eyes the ...
Where a bright creek into the river's sideShoots its keen arrow, a green heron sitsWatching the sunfish as it gleaming ...
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