Willow and Wattle: Poems (Google eBook)

Front Cover
John Grant, 1893 - English poetry - 87 pages
0 Reviews

From inside the book

What people are saying - Write a review

We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.

Related books

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 35 - And the bright coquettish grace, With the memory of old days ? Somewhere, then, beyond the blue, In the mansions that so many Are, they say, is there not any One of all, Annette, for you — You, whose only trespass this is That you loved the farthing blissesBroke a foolish heart in twain, That would lightly mend again. Warm summer sun, shine friendly here, Warm western wind, blow kindly here, Green sod above, rest light, rest light — Good-night, Annette ! sweetheart, good-night ! A HAY-CART IN...
Page 15 - THERE'S a land that is happy and fair, Set gem-like in halcyon seas ; The white winters visit not there, To sadden its blossoming leas, More bland than the Hesperides, Or any warm isle of the West, Where the wattle-bloom perfumes the breeze, And the bell-bird builds her nest.
Page 34 - ... Dancing days are fleetly run, Dead, and only twenty-one. If that ancient psychic view Of Pythagoras be true, Your light soul is surely now In that bird upon the bough, Singing with soft-swelling throat To the wind that heeds it not ; Or in that blue butterfly Flitting like a jewel by, Flashing azure to the sun ; Soon, like yours, its day is run, — Dead, and only twenty-one. Dead a week, and not already Quite forgotten — nay, what right have I to doubt it? Sure we might have Easier missed...
Page 77 - Oh, the warm Australian day — Golden fair ! Blue stainless skies, and over all A drowsy stillness seems to fall, A perfect hush is everywhere, And the waveless, charmed air Is held in dreamy thrall.
Page 55 - ... CITY. NOT a breath was stirring In the narrow street, Hot on wall and pavement Fell the sultry heat. Sudden comes a hay-cart Piled up wide and high, Blocking up the causeway, Shutting out the sky. Sitting at my window— Idle pen and brain— Full into my vision Comes the rustling wain, And a balmy fragrance— All the summer's breath— Suddenly is wafted From the street beneath. Quick from lane and alley, With a joyful shout, Troops of pallid children Scurrying, scrambling out! All to see that...
Page 41 - Twas in eighty-one that he came to the Run From a dale in the soft Devon land, With the blue in his eyes of the English skies, And a chin like a lady's hand. And new chum as he was he took tides with the rest, Did...
Page 43 - And that crystal clear chime that the bell-birds were ringing Was not half so clear as his song. Two sad women wander, a sister and mother, Hand in hand by the grey English shore, And weep there in vain for the lost son and brother They shall fold to their hearts never more. And I would as they pace by the desolate strand Those women at least might know this — How beautiful here in the Austral land The grave of their darling is. Since the night that he fell the swift years run on, But the camp...
Page 66 - The end came after a few days' illness. He died May 11, 1882, and was buried in the Calton Hill Cemetery, in view of the hills and the city he loved so well. In the lines of Mr. Robert Richardson...
Page 4 - High above the glimmering lawn, While the first faint fires are scattering the dark ; Lo, I hear a buoyant note On the dewy dusk afloat, And I catch the first fine preludes of the lark ; Then I know, ah, then I know, When I hear that glad song flow, That the sweet of all the year In a little will be here, And the Spring is coming, coming back again, And the Spring is coming, coming to her Northern home again, To the weary hearts that wait her in her English home again.
Page 56 - ... Where the hawthorn hedges Scent the summer day, Where in beechen bowers Lights fall dim and cool, And the weeping-willows Stoop to kiss the pool. Far away to uplands, Where the long day through Sings the happy skylark, Floating in the blue. In the river meadows— Ankle-deep in clover— Fleeting clear and mellow, Blackbirds hover over. Who can tell the magic Might of little things ? Now my dusky room is Full of glancing wings. Breath of blowing woodlands Floats along the lane— Woodland whispers,...

References from web pages

Willow And Wattle Poems Robert Richardson
Willow And Wattle Poems Robert Richardson Libri; Scheda Libro Willow And Wattle Poems: , produttore BPOD , genere Lingua Inglese.
www.unilibro.it/ find_buy/ Scheda/ libreria/ autore-robert_richardson/ sku-12761720/ willow_and_wattle_poems_.htm

Go To Freeread Home Page An Anthology of Australian Verse by ...
An Anthology of Australian Verse by Bertram Stevens(ed.) [Note on text: Italicized words or phrases are capitalized. Italicized stanzas are enclosed by ...
freeread.com.au/ ebooks/ e00075.txt

Libros & Books | Resultados de Búsqueda
Willow and Wattle: Poems Richardson, Robert. Precio: $381.00. 5. Willow and Wattle: Poems Richardson, Robert. Precio: $223.00 ...
www.book.com.mx/ paginas/ resultadosBusqueda.aspx?parametro=Richardson,%20Robert%20C.

Bibliographic information