Harvest

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1. Harvest Song I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled. But I am too chilled, and […]...
2. A Carol of Harvest, for 1867 1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a […]...
3. Harvest Hymn Mens Voices: LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest, Bright and munificent lord of the morn! Thine is the […]...
4. The Harvest Of The Sea The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves Her web of silence […]...
5. The Harvest Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword […]...
6. Harvest Sunset RED gold of pools, Sunset furrows six o’clock, And the farmer done in the fields And the cows in the […]...
7. The Harvest Moon The flame-red moon, the harvest moon, Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing, A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and […]...
8. Hurrahing In Harvest Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour Of silk-sack […]...
9. The wanderer Upon a mountain height, far from the sea, I found a shell, And to my listening ear the lonely thing […]...
10. Sestina I wandered o’er the vast green plains of youth, And searched for Pleasure. On a distant height Fame’s silhouette stood […]...
11. On A Drop Of Dew See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn Into the blowing Roses, Yet careless of its […]...
12. The Harvest Bow As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But […]...
13. Avon's Harvest Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon’s eyes Been witness for […]...
14. 1887 From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have seen it plain, From north and south the sign returns […]...
15. Under the Harvest Moon Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and […]...
16. No Foe Shall Gather Our Harvest Sons of the mountains of Scotland, Welshmen of coomb and defile, Breed of the moors of England, Children of Erin’s […]...
17. The Summer Day Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean […]...
18. The Hock-cart, or Harvest Home To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of […]...
19. Sonnet XIII: Phoebus Was Judge Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love, Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were: Jove’s golden shield […]...
20. Cacoethes Scribendi If all the trees in all the woods were men; And each and every blade of grass a pen; If […]...
21. Psalm 93 The eternal and sovereign God. Jehovah reigns; he dwells in light, Girded with majesty and might: The world, created by […]...
22. O Why Do You Walk (a Parody) O why do you walk through the fields in boots, Missing so much and so much? O fat white woman […]...
23. Adieu, Adieu! My Native Land Adieu, adieu! my native shore Fades o’ver the waters blue; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild […]...
24. Finland Feet and faces tingle In that frore land: Legs wobble and go wingle, You scarce can stand. The skies are […]...
25. Poets to Come POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for; […]...
26. Hymn 162 Meditation of heaven; or, The joy of faith. My thoughts surmount these lower skies, And look within the veil; There […]...
27. The Lark And I have seen, At dawn, The lark Spin out of the long grass And into the pink air – […]...
28. Memory When I was young my heart and head were light, And I was gay and feckless as a colt Out […]...
29. In Midnight Sleep 1 IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish, Of the look at first of the mortally wounded-of that […]...
30. Perhaps I asked too large Perhaps I asked too large I take no less than skies For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native […]...
31. National Monuments Count not the cost of honour to the dead! The tribute that a mighty nation pays To those who loved […]...
32. The Call Out of the nothingness of sleep, The slow dreams of Eternity, There was a thunder on the deep: I came, […]...
33. Change Change Said the sun to the moon, You cannot stay. Change Says the moon to the waters, All is flowing. […]...
34. Saddest Poem I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars, And the […]...
35. Lebennin Silver flow the streams from Colos to Erui In the green fields of Lebennin! Tall grows the grass there. In […]...
36. Psalm II: Why Did the Nations Why did the nations join to slay The Lord’s anointed Son? Why did they cast His laws away And tread […]...
37. Unlyric Love Song It is time to give that-of-myself which I could not at first: To offer you now at last my least […]...
38. On The Death Of Rev. Mr. George Whitefield HAIL, happy saint, on thine immortal throne, Possest of glory, life, and bliss unknown; We hear no more the music […]...
39. The Aboriginal Cricketer Mid-9th century Good-looking young man In your Crimean shirt With your willow shield Up, as if to face spears, You’re […]...
40. Aftermath When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; […]...