Scythe, Hurray! (Liudas Gira Poems)
Mine is a meadow of people's woes,Mine is a meadow where sweet grass grows! Scythe, clear a way, dear scythe, hurray!Mournfully ...
Mine is a meadow of people's woes,Mine is a meadow where sweet grass grows! Scythe, clear a way, dear scythe, hurray!Mournfully ...
The diggers are digging, and digging deep,They're digging and singing,And I'm asleep.They're digging and singing and swiftly they're swingingThe flying ...
Sour fiend, go home and tell the PitFor once you met your master, —A man who carried in his soulThree ...
Fame surrounds us with a glory,Dazzling as the noon-day sun,And upon the page of story,Blazons deeds of greatness done.But 'tis ...
What I saw was just one eyeIn the dawn as I was going :A bird can carry all the skyIn ...
Brighter shone the golden shadows;On the cool wind softly cameThe low, sweet tones of happy flowers,Singing little Violet's name.'Mong the ...
Poets should not reason:Let them sing!Argument is treason -Bells should ring.Statements none, nor questions;Gnomic words.Spirit-cries, suggestions,Like the birds.He may use ...
WHO is the monarch of the Road? I, the happy rover!Lord of the way which lies before Up to the hill and ...
SOMEWHERE there's a willow buddingIn a hollow by the river,Where the autumn leaves lie sodden,Turning all the pool to brown;There's ...
LIKE some vision oldenOf far other time,When the age was golden,In the young world's primeIs thy soft pipe ringing,O lonely ...
I gave my thoughts a golden peach, A silver citron tree; They clustered dumbly out of reach And would not sing for me. I built my thoughts a roof of rush, A little byre beside; They left my music to the thrush And flew at eveningtide. I went my way and would not care If they should come and go; A thousand birds seemed up in air, My thoughts were singing so. (Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall)
I was living very merrily on Middle EarthAs merry as a maid may beTill the Gray Magician came down along ...
How sweet the sound of words divineFrom lips of innocence like thine!Fancy, whene'er that strain you sing,Delights to spread her ...
To sit and watch the wavelets as they flowTwo - side by side;To see the gliding clouds that come andAnd ...
CITRON, pomegranate,Apricot and peach;Flutter of apple - blowsWhiter than the snow;Filling the silenceWith their leafy speech,Budding and bloomingDown row after ...
My life flows on in endless song;Above earth's lamentationI hear the sweet though far off hymnThat hails a new creation:Through ...
We went by ways of bygone days, Up mountain heights of story, Where lost in vague, historic haze, Tradition, crowned with battle-bays, Sat 'mid ...
Are you there Peter Lalor, are you there,ghost with gold-dust in your hair;and lean Stuart do you rideto seek your ...
The spade is deep digging a grave in the mould....O Life,--so o'erflowing with sorrows untold,My life, so homeless and lonely ...
There is a well at the roadside of life,A deep, deep well, whose water is soft.And man passeth uponThe dusty ...
Fatherless and motherless, no brothers have I,And all my little sisters in the cold grave lie;Wasted with hunger I saw ...
Youth, those moments so entrancing, Spend in sports and pleasures gay,Mirth and singing, love and dancing, Like a shade thou'lt pass away!Nature ...
Where the trail of the Brown Robe beckonsUp the California shore,Now the California padresPlod the dusty way no more,Now the ...
The shade for me, but over theeThe lingering sunshine still;As, smiling, to the silent streamComes down the singing rill.So come ...
When he is old and past all singing,Grant, kindly Time, that he may hearThe rhythm through joyous Nature ringing,Uncaught by ...
SILENCE falls on the room.Outside the window-panes the exiled gloomOf the summer nightPresses, hungry for light.Stilled now are voices and ...
The scream of the tern in the roar of the watersWill sound when the tumult of nature is o'er;When the ...
THE moon has left the sky, love,The stars are hiding now,And frowning on the world, love,Night bares her sable brow.The ...
THE Christmas moon shines clear and right;There were poor travellers such a nightHad neither fire nor candle-light.One plucked them stars ...
Bird of the wilderness,Blithesome and cumberless,Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea!Emblem of happiness,Blest is thy dwelling-place -O to ...
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