When on a Summer’s Morn (William Henry Davies Poems)
When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like ...
When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like ...
A jar of cider and my pipe, In summer, under shady tree; A book by one that made his mind ...
Here comes Kate Summers, who, for gold, Takes any man to bed: "You knew my friend, Nell Barnes," she said; ...
Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content, Thou knowest of no strange continent; Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion ...
Come, let us find a cottage, love, That's green for half a mile around; To laugh at every grumbling bee, ...
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