The Dance At The Phoenix
The Dance At The Phoenix TO Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or Tone. […]
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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 […]
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The Dead Drummer. I They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest Uncoffined–just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the veldt around; And foreign […]
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The Dead Man Walking They hail me as one living, But don’t they know That I have died of late years, Untombed although? I am but […]
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The Difference I Sinking down by the gate I discern the thin moon, And a blackbird tries over old airs in the pine, But the moon […]
READ MOREThe Farm Woman’s Winter
The Farm Woman’s Winter I If seasons all were summers, And leaves would never fall, And hopping casement-comers Were foodless not at all, And fragile folk […]
READ MOREThe Fire at Tranter Sweatley’s
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley’s They had long met o’ Zundays–her true love and she– And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi’ a […]
READ MOREThe Ghost of the Past
The Ghost of the Past We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me never […]
READ MOREThe Going
The Going Why did you give no hint that night That quickly after the morrow’s dawn, And calmly, as if indifferent quite, You would close your […]
READ MOREThe Going of the Battery Wives. (Lament)
The Going of the Battery Wives. (Lament) I O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough – Light in their loving as soldiers can be […]
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