To My Wife (Robert Henry Forster Poems)
Helper and more than helper! In thissphereYou are supreme and I subordinate.Yours was the artist's eye with vision clearThat made ...
Helper and more than helper! In thissphereYou are supreme and I subordinate.Yours was the artist's eye with vision clearThat made ...
IQUEEN of all flowers! Though others costlier be,And praised more loudly by the curious fewThat value nought save what is ...
ITHE year hath turned, and daily grows the light:The garden stirs and wakens from its sleep,And tiny spikes of green ...
O FLOWER whose beauty Wordsworth with delightBeheld and sang a hundred years ago,Still hast thou golden loveliness to show,Still is ...
INOT only in the garden may be seenThe garden's beauty. Many a tree and fieldBeyond its bounds a touch of ...
I"HERE are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight."How aptly that immortal poet singsOf these and of all other lovely ...
ITHE season falters: our desires outrunIts progress. Winter, though it yield to spring,Like a dead wasp hath venom in its ...
IPEAR-TREES, once white with April's garlanding,And apple-trees, whose blossoms pink and whiteWhen May was young were pictures of delight,Have not ...
ISTILL do the garden's half-awakened bedsWait for the passing of the wintry cold;But in this fairy palace we beholdThe sheltered ...
ITHE pear's white reign of loveliness is done,But now the apple's carmine buds unclose,And fair white blossoms, faintly tinged with ...
ICHILL was the midnight at the birth of May,And yet ere long the infant month declinedTo wear the rags that ...
SUNSHINE and ever sunshine! Day by dayWell nigh with fierceness on the earth it beats.If clouds come near, the darkest ...
NOW is the garden's pageant all but past.How many a sight of beauty have we seenSince spring put forth the ...
NO fairer sight hath in the garden beenThroughout the summer since the birth of MayThan the tall blossoms which these ...
SPRING triumphed, but hath meekly stepped aside,Like a good warrior to his lawful lordYielding the laurels purchased by his sword,With ...
LIKE friends who have been absent for a space(Absence whereby our hearts yet fonder grew),The roses come to visit us ...
FLOWER of the homely but poetic name,Loved by our fathers' fathers long ago,Unchanging beauty thou hast yet to show,A beauty ...
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