Author: Thomas Edward Brown

A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot The veriest school Of peace; and […]

Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, […]

When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth – It matters not If south or north, Bleak waste or […]

WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast, And yields the golden keys, Then is it as if God caress’d Twin […]

I bended unto me a bough of May, That I might see and smell: It bore it in a sort […]

As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, […]

If thou could’st empty all thyself of self, Like to a shell dishabited, Then might He find thee on the […]

I know ’tis but a loom of land, Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice, I know I […]

High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries […]

The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; ‘Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the […]