Lonely Airs (John Freeman Poems)
Ah, bird singing late in the gloamWhile the evening shadow thickens,And the dizzy bat-wings roam,And the faint starlight quickens; And her ...
Ah, bird singing late in the gloamWhile the evening shadow thickens,And the dizzy bat-wings roam,And the faint starlight quickens; And her ...
SLANTING rain and a sky of gray,Drifting mist and a wind astray,The leaden end of a leaden dayAnd you--away!Light in ...
By none but me can the tale be told,The butcher of Rouen, poor Berold.(Lands are swayed by a King on ...
November came that day, And all the air was gray With delicate mists, blown down ...
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE)When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day,The fair Winfreda bode at ...
Some folks there be who seem to need excitement fast and furious,An' reckon all the joys that have no thrill ...
The world is filled with bustle and with selfishness and greed,It is filled with restless people that are dreaming of ...
"When the busy day is done,And my weary little oneRocketh gently to and fro;When the night winds softly blow,And the ...
Pa's not so very big or brave; he can't lift weights like Uncle Jim; His hands are soft like little ...
(_Naples-on-the-Gulf_) On the green floor of the Gulf the wind is walking, Printing it with invisible feet; ...
Wait till your Pa comes home! Oh, dear!What a dreadful threat for a boy to hear.Yet never a boy of ...
Let the old fire blaze An' the youngsters shoutAn' the dog on the rug Sprawl full length out,An' Mother an' ...
Oh, we have friends in England, and we have friends in France,And should we have to travel there through some ...
The evening sails come home With twilight in their wings.The harbour-light across the gloam Springs; ...
Tossing, swirling, swept by the wind, Beaten abaft by the rain, The swallows high in the ...
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no ...
I They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest Uncoffined--just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the veldt ...
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest Uncoffined -- just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the ...
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE) When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
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