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A dozen poems

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A Lynmouth Widow, by Amelia Josephine Burr



He was straight and strong, and his eyes were blue
As the summer meeting of sky and sea,
And the ruddy cliffs had a colder hue
Than flushed his cheek when he married me.

We passed the porch where the swallows breed,

Complete Poem


The Artist, by Kathleen Dreckman



Smooth white canvas like pen to paper
Artists imagination set to roam free
Eliptical strokes dancing through mid air
Giving small glimpses of me

Looking glass into present and past

Complete Poem


The Water-Nymph and the Boy, by Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel



I FLUNG me round him,
I drew him under;
I clung, I drown'd him,
My own white wonder!...

Father and mother,

Complete Poem


Have you an Eye, by Edwin Ford Piper



Have you an eye for the trails, the trails,
The old mark and the new?
What scurried here, what loitered there,
In the dust and in the dew?

Have you an eye for the beaten track,

Complete Poem


Fairy Song, by Winthrop Mackworth Praed



HE has conn'd the lesson now;
He has read the book of pain:
There are furrows on his brow;
I must make it smooth again.

Lo! I knock the spurs away;

Complete Poem


Fiat Lux, by Lloyd Mifflin



Then that dread angel near the awful throne,
Leaving the seraphs ranged in flaming tiers,
Winged his dark way through those unpinioned spheres,
And on the void's black beetling edge, alone,
Stood with raised wings, and listened for the tone

Complete Poem


On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey, by Francis Beaumont



MORTALITY, behold and fear!
What a change of flesh is here!
Think how many royal bones
Sleep within this heap of stones:
Here they lie had realms and lands,

Complete Poem


The Ride to the Lady, by Helen Gray Cone



"Now since mine even is come at last, --
For I have been the sport of steel,
And hot life ebbeth from me fast,
And I in saddle roll and reel, --
Come bind me, bind me on my steed!

Complete Poem


Wassail Chorus at the Mermaid Tavern, by Theodore Watts-Dunton



CHRISTMAS knows a merry, merry place,
Where he goes with fondest face,
Brightest eye, brightest hair:
Tell the Mermaid where is that one place,
Where?

Complete Poem


An Old Colonist's Reverie, by David McKee Wright



Dustily over the highway pipes the loud nor'-wester at morn,
Wind and the rising sun, and waving tussock and corn;
It brings to me days gone by when first in my ears it rang,
The wind is the voice of my home, and I think of the songs it sang
When, fresh from the desk and ledger, I crossed the long leagues of sea --

Complete Poem


The County of Mayo, by George Fox



From the Irish ofThomas Lavelle

ON the deck of Patrick Lynch's boat I sat in woful plight,
Through my sighing all the weary day and weeping all the night;
Were it not that full of sorrow from my people forth I go,
By the blessed sun! 'tis royally I'd sing thy praise, Mayo!

Complete Poem


The Birds of the North, by Zaynab Armstrong-Jones



Here comes the birds of the North
they fly in the dark
and walk in the day
nothing special at all,
just the normal lifestyle achieved by birds.

Complete Poem

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