The Book of Living PoetsWalter Jerrold Alston Rivers, Limited, 1907 - 375 psl. |
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... Laugh and be Merry ( " Ballads " -Elkin Mathews ) Meynell , Alice . Renouncement ( " Poems " -John Lane ) . Future Poetry " " A Dead Harvest ( “ Later Poems ” —John Lane ) Moore , T. Sturge . On Death ( " Poems " -Duckworth & Co. ) That ...
... Laugh and be Merry ( " Ballads " -Elkin Mathews ) Meynell , Alice . Renouncement ( " Poems " -John Lane ) . Future Poetry " " A Dead Harvest ( “ Later Poems ” —John Lane ) Moore , T. Sturge . On Death ( " Poems " -Duckworth & Co. ) That ...
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... ? " thought they , " In waking ? . . . ' But between them pressed One who with laughter bore the rogue away , Ere they had touched a feather of his wing . The Common Wealth . O VOICES of the sea and 2 LAURENCE ALMA TADEMA .
... ? " thought they , " In waking ? . . . ' But between them pressed One who with laughter bore the rogue away , Ere they had touched a feather of his wing . The Common Wealth . O VOICES of the sea and 2 LAURENCE ALMA TADEMA .
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... laughter from the loud surf , And the faith in their happy eyes Comes surely from our sister the spring When over the sea she flies ; The violets suddenly bloom at her feet , She blesses us with surprise . I never get between the pines ...
... laughter from the loud surf , And the faith in their happy eyes Comes surely from our sister the spring When over the sea she flies ; The violets suddenly bloom at her feet , She blesses us with surprise . I never get between the pines ...
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... laughed and blushed and bent her head , And wore it in her hair . " I love red roses , " so she said , Lying in piteous case : My roses could not bring the red To that white flower , her face . " I love red roses . " Ah ! soon dead gave ...
... laughed and blushed and bent her head , And wore it in her hair . " I love red roses , " so she said , Lying in piteous case : My roses could not bring the red To that white flower , her face . " I love red roses . " Ah ! soon dead gave ...
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... laughing , singing ; Home through the grey French country , no one missing . And now I hear the old - time voices calling " Home ! home ! home ! " I pause and listen while the dusk is falling ; My heart leaps back through all the long ...
... laughing , singing ; Home through the grey French country , no one missing . And now I hear the old - time voices calling " Home ! home ! home ! " I pause and listen while the dusk is falling ; My heart leaps back through all the long ...
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amber air beauty beneath birds bloom blossom blue breast breath brow cried cuckoo dark dawn dead dear death deep delight downland drave dreams dust earth evensong eyes fair fall fear feet flowers FORD MADOX HUEFFER garden glad gleam gold golden grass green grey hand hath hear heart Heaven hills Hush Jalandhar John Nicholson kiss lads land laughing leap leaves light lips live lonely look Lord lyre Morwenstow neath never night o'er pale pass peace Plymouth Hoe R. E. VERNède road Robin Hood rose round round shot scent Scythe shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soul spirit spring stars stept stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thrush tree voice wandering warm watch wave whisper wild wind windflowers wings wood
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295 psl. - For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins ; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins ; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
223 psl. - ... Dons sight Devon, I'll quit the port o' Heaven, An' drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago." Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?), Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum, An' dreamin' arl the time o
137 psl. - An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for...
227 psl. - ... them and they answer: from aisles of oak and ash Rings the Follow! Follow! and the boughs begin to crash; The ferns begin to flutter and the flowers begin to fly; And through the crimson dawning the robber band goes by. Robin! Robin!
185 psl. - Arrtifex ! That holds, in spite o' knock and scale, o' friction, waste an' slip, An' by that light — now, mark my word — we'll build the Perfect Ship. I'll never last to judge her lines or take her curve — not I. But I ha' lived an' I ha
285 psl. - WHEN I had wings, my brother, Such wings were mine as thine : Such life my heart remembers In all as wild Septembers As this when life seems other, Though sweet, than once was mine ; When I had wings, my brother, Such wings were mine as thine.
136 psl. - THE DARKLING THRUSH I LEANT upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land's sharp features seemed to be The Century's corpse...
201 psl. - Oh, just beyond the fairest thoughts that throng This breast, the thought of thee waits, hidden yet bright ; But it must never, never come in sight ; I must stop short of thee the whole day long.
222 psl. - Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below ?) Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, An' dreamin' arl the time o
290 psl. - A FORSAKEN GARDEN In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round with rocks as an inland island, The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.