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lo on the distance a dark blue ravine
a fold in the mountainous forests of fir
cleft from the sky-line sheer down to the shore | img2poems |
see where the black fishing-boats each at its buoy
ride up on the swell with their dare-danger prows
to sight o'er the sea-rim what venture may come | img2poems |
art thou the top-most apple
the gatherers could not reach
reddening on the bough | img2poems |
what immortal grief hath touched thee
with the poignancy of sadness
testament of tears | img2poems |
ah but now henceforth
only one meaning
has life for me | img2poems |
what mean the wood-winds
colour and morning
bird stream and hill | img2poems |
i heard the gods reply
trust not the future with its perilous chance
the fortunate hour is on the dial now | img2poems |
stout be the heart nor slow
the foot to follow the impetuous will
nor the hand slack upon the loom of deeds | img2poems |
with what enchantment and power
does it not come upon mortals
learned or heedless | img2poems |
how to say i love you
what if i but live it
were the use in that love | img2poems |
in the quiet garden world
gold sunlight and shadow leaves
flicker on the wall | img2poems |
now the moon-white butterflies
float across the liquid air
glad as in a dream | img2poems |
where shall i look for thee
where find thee now
o my lost atthis | img2poems |
bitter the wind whistles
pale is the sun
and the days shorten | img2poems |
ah when the hyacinth
wakens with spring
and buds the laurel | img2poems |
over the river-beds
over the hills
sounding the summons | img2poems |
when in the spring the swallows all return
and the bleak bitter sea grows mild once more
with all its thunders softened to a sigh | img2poems |
ah then in that so lovely earth wilt thou
with all thy beauty love me all one way
and make me all thy lover as before | img2poems |
on the wind a faint far call
wakes a pang within my heart
unmistakable and keen | img2poems |
competent scholars in every case have supervised this series
which can therefore be received with confidence
athenaeum | img2poems |
note
at the date of this list may nos
- were published | img2poems |
mediaeval students' songs translated from the latin with an essay by
john addington symonds
frontispiece after a fifteenth-century woodcut | img2poems |
the italian text with d
g
rossetti's translation on the opposite page | img2poems |
the introduction of sir walter scott
preface by miss c
spurgeon | img2poems |
introduction by richard garnett
frontispiece portrait of oliver
goldsmith | img2poems |
on a ladies' cushion sits thrift
she never wastes or steals or begs
but she can't give poor ragwort a lift | img2poems |
there's traveller's joy
to entwine
at our journey's end for greeting | img2poems |
e-book created by tyler anderson
as a birthday present to little
johnny james webb on his first birthday | img2poems |
to tell the truth the cat said though it grieve me
i've but one trick
yet that's enough believe me | img2poems |
rosy and ripe and ready to box
the grapes hang high o'er the hungry fox
he pricks up his ears and his eye he cocks | img2poems |
ripe and rosy yet so high
he gazes at them with a greedy eye
and knows he must eat and drink or die | img2poems |
ah ah
he is betrayed
no lion has that long and hairy ears | img2poems |
not another fish came
when he found all else fail
he was happy to happen upon a fat snail | img2poems |
a miller and son once set out for the fair
to sell a fine ass they had brought up with care
and the way that they started made everyone stare | img2poems |
the miller at once put the brute on the ground
and the ass who had liked to ride t'other way round
complained in language of curious sound | img2poems |
yet this young creature so worked on his mind
that he wanted no woman to call him unkind
and he said to his son: seat yourself here behind | img2poems |
with the ass bearing double they jogged on again
and once more met a critic who said: it is plain
only dunces would give their poor donkey such pain | img2poems |
he will die with their weight: it's a shame and a sin
for their faithful servant they care not a pin
they'll have nothing to sell at the fair but his skin | img2poems |
both father and son now decided to walk
while the ass marched in front with a strut and a stalk
yet the people who passed them continued to talk | img2poems |
let them blame me or praise me keep silent or yell
my goings and comings they cannot compel
i will do as i please | img2poems |
to
andrew pudge and bobby
my first appreciative audience | img2poems |
renewal copyright
by rand mcnally co
all rights reserved | img2poems |
said he to the snail
here's a ring for your tail
if you'll go into town for my afternoon mail | img2poems |
said he to the rat
i have talked with the cat
and she'll nab you so quick you won't know where you're at | img2poems |
said he to the lizard
i'm really no wizard
but i'll show you a trick that will tickle your gizzard | img2poems |
said he to the lark
when it gets fairly dark
we'll chase the mosquitoes in peek-a-boo park | img2poems |
said he to the owl
if it were not for your scowl
i'd like you as well as most any wild fowl | img2poems |
said he to the wren
you're tiny but then
i'll marry you quick if you'll only say when | img2poems |
bricks and bones
sticks and stones
i chased a thief through twenty zones | img2poems |
i found his hat
on ararat
and hurried on as quick as scat | img2poems |
in a day or two
i found his shoe
where he had sailed for timbuktu | img2poems |
i met the goat
that ate his coat
upon the road to terre haute | img2poems |
at last all worn
and quite forlorn
i chased him up the matterhorn | img2poems |
rag-man rag-man
taggy taggy rag-man
tell us what you've got there in your sack | img2poems |
oh it's full of rimes and riddles
jingles jokes and hi-de-diddles
this bundle that i carry on my back | img2poems |
o tell us funny rag-man
grinny skinny rag-man
where did you pick up your funny rimes | img2poems |
some were dancing with corn-flowers
some were hiding in church-towers
and sprinkled helter-skelter by the chimes | img2poems |
rag-man rag-man
nice old taggy rag-man
sing us just one jingle tingle song | img2poems |
hetty hutton
here's a button
sew it on your dress | img2poems |
willie waller
here's a dollar
maybe more or less | img2poems |
mister shuster
here's a rooster
put him in a pen | img2poems |
mister saxon
get an ax an
let him out again | img2poems |
alone all alone
nobody but nobody
can make it out here alone | img2poems |
we had what the others
all crave and seek for
we left it behind at nineteen | img2poems |
longer has become the daytime
a pheasant is fluttering
down onto the bridge | img2poems |
slowly passing days
with an echo heard here in a
corner of kyoto | img2poems |
the white elbow
of a priest dozing
in the dusk of spring | img2poems |
into a nobleman
a fox has changed himself
early evening of spring | img2poems |
the light on a candle stand
is transferred to another candle
spring twilight | img2poems |
a short nap
then awakening
this spring day has darkened | img2poems |
who is it for
this pillow on the floor
in the twilight of spring | img2poems |
hazy moonlight
someone is standing
among the pear trees | img2poems |
blossoms on the pear tree
lighten by the moonlight and there
a woman is reading a letter | img2poems |
springtime rain
a little shell on a small beach
enough to moisten it | img2poems |
springtime rain is falling
as a child's rag ball is soaking
wet on the house roof | img2poems |
within the quietness
of a lull in visitors' absence
appears the peony flower | img2poems |
the rain of may
facing toward the big river houses
just two of them | img2poems |
to my eyes how delightful
the fan of my beloved is
in complete white | img2poems |
a flying cuckoo
over the heian capital
goes diagonally across the city | img2poems |
evening breeze
water is slapping against
the legs of a blue heron | img2poems |
an old well
jumping at a mosquito
the fish's sound is dark | img2poems |
young bamboo trees
at hashimoto the courtesan
is she still there or not | img2poems |
after having been fallen
its image still stands
the peony flower | img2poems |
summer night ending so soon
with on the river shallows still remains
the moon in a sliver | img2poems |
it penetrates into me
stepping on the comb of my gone wife
in the bedroom | img2poems |
more than last year
i now feel solitude
this autumn twilight | img2poems |
moon in the sky's top
clearly passes through this
poor town street | img2poems |
let myself go to bed
new year's day is only a matter
for tomorrow | img2poems |
a handsaw is sounding
as if from a poor one
at midnight in this winter | img2poems |
old man's love affair
in trying to forget it
a winter rainfall | img2poems |
in an old pond
a straw sandal is sinking
it is sleeting | img2poems |
the poems which came from foreign countries
don`t need a visa
just a good translator is enough | img2poems |
o the horseman's and horsewoman's joys
the saddle the gallop the pressure upon the seat the cool gurgling
by the ears and hair | img2poems |
o the joy of the strong-brawn'd fighter towering in the arena in
perfect condition conscious of power thirsting to meet his
opponent | img2poems |
o the joy of that vast elemental sympathy which only the human soul
is capable of generating and emitting in steady and limitless
floods | img2poems |
o the mother's joys
the watching the endurance the precious love the anguish the
patiently yielded life | img2poems |
o the old manhood of me my joy
my children and grand-children my white hair and beard
my largeness calmness majesty out of the long stretch of my life | img2poems |
o the pleasure with trees
the orchard the forest the oak cedar pine pekan-tree
the honey-locust black-walnut cottonwood and magnolia | img2poems |
o while i live to be the ruler of life not a slave
to meet life as a powerful conqueror
no fumes no ennui no more complaints or scornful criticisms | img2poems |
dusk brings
cheeky possums
scampering loudly through the trees | img2poems |
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