Good-bye, good-bye to Summer!For Summer’s nearly done;The garden smiling faintly,Cool breezes in the sun;Our...
Year: 2024
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand,Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown...
I’m glad I am alive, to see and feelThe full deliciousness of this bright...
Through grass, through amber’d cornfields, our slow Stream–Fringed with its flags and reeds and...
Doleful was the land,Dull on, every side,Neither soft n’or grand,Barren, bleak, and wide;Nothing look’d...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard,Up on the lonely rath’s green mound?Only the plaintive...
October – and the skies are cool and grayO’er stubbles emptied of their latest...
O English mother, in the ruddy glowHugging your baby closer when outsideYou see the...
Here the white-ray’d anemone is born,Wood-sorrel, and the varnish’d buttercup;And primrose in its purfled...
I thought it was the little bedI slept in long ago;A straight white curtain...