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Hace 2 días · With a Fol rol dol rol di do. With nose stuck out, and cheek sunk in, A bristling beard upon his chin -. Powder and bullets and wounds and drums. Had come to that Soldier as suchlike comes -. With a Fol rol dol rol di do. 'Twas sweet and fresh with buds of May, Flowers springing from every spray; And when he had supped the Old Soldier trolled.
Hace 3 días · The Sleeping Beauty. The blue of morn shut in her eyes. The unchanging roses of her face! In silver stillness of the days. From some still shadow in her hair. On winter -haunted trees. The scent of bramble sweets the air, Amid her folded sheets she lies, The gold of evening in her hair, The blue of morn shut in her eyes. How many a cha.
Hace 2 días · There-s no one tosses them about. But Mr. Nobody. The finger marked upon the door. By none of us are made; We never leave the blind unclosed, To let the curtains fade. The ink we never spill; the boots. That lying round you. See.
Hace 2 días · A Widow's Weeds. A poor old Widow in her weeds. Sowed her garden with wild - flower seeds; Not too shallow, and not too deep, And down came April - drip - drip - drip. Up shone May, like gold, and soon. Green as an arbour grew leafy June. And now all summer she sits and sews. Where willow herb, comfrey, bugloss blows,
Hace 2 días · Walter De La Mare Poems Books Biography Comments Images Ever, ever Stir and shiver The reeds and rushes By the river : Ever, ever, As if in dream , The lone moon 's silver Sleeks the stream .
Hace 4 días · English poet remembered for his verse for children (1873-1956)
Hace 4 días · Dust To Dust. Youth is gone; I, too, would go. Murderess of all ecstasies. For tidings of a bliss foregone. From the Gardens of the Dead. By Babylon's river languishing. Heavenly Archer, loose thy string. Heavenly Archer, bend thy bow; Now the flame of life burns low, Youth is gone; I, too, would go. Even Fortune leads to this: Harsh or kind ...
