Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago …
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Epitaph On An Army of Mercenaries
These, in the day when heaven was falling, The hour …
Read Poem »Eight O’Clock
He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on …
Read Poem »Diffugere Nives
Horace, Odes, iv, 7 The snows are fled away, leaves …
Read Poem »Could Man Be Drunk Forever
Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or …
Read Poem »Bring, In This Timeless Grave to Throw
Bring, in this timeless grave to throw, No cypress, sombre …
Read Poem »Bredon Hill
In summertime on Bredon The bells they sound so clear; …
Read Poem »Be Still, My Soul, Be Still
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear …
Read Poem »As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre
As through the wild green hills of Wyre The train …
Read Poem »As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre
As through the wild green hills of Wyre The train …
Read Poem »Along the field as we came by
ALONG the field as we came by A year ago, …
Read Poem »1887
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have …
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