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Vincent Larcher

Vincent Larcher

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A Battle Isabella Valancy Crawford	And trembling larch to drag him toward the sky, That his wild-seeking hands may clutch the Moon From her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Gardener-Sage Katharine Tynan	In the elm and in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A March Minstrel Alfred Austin	Loud on my loftiest larch, Thou quaverest with thy mottled throat, Brave minstrel of bleak...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Reverie. Jean Ingelow	Rock, in a mossy glade, The larch-trees lend thee shade, That just begin to feather with their leaves; From out thy crevice...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Song Of The Yorkshire Dales Frederic William Moorman	There's ruddy buds on ivery larch, Primroses don their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Tale Of True Love Alfred Austin	High up, on larch and cypress, merle and mavis Vociferated love-lays sweet as strong, And the bird dear to Homer...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Indian Story William Cullen Bryant	On the mossy bank, where the larch-tree throws Its broad dark boughs, in solemn repose, Far over the silent...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Burning Bush John Drinkwater	By blackthorn hedge, and spinney green With larch, I wandered, while unseen You in my shadow walked, nor made Even a whisper in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Concert Party: Busseboom Edmund Blunden	While men in tunnels below Larch Wood Were kicking men to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Heretic's Tragedy, The Robert Browning	Pine-stump split deftly, dry as pith; Larch-heart that chars to a chalk-white glow: Then up they hoist me John in a chafe, Sling him...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hiawatha's Sailing Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Of your fibrous roots, O...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Home, Wounded Sydney Thompson Dobell	Beyond the beckoning poplars, where The larch is snooding her flowery hair With wreaths of morning...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In April Dollie Radford	AS lightly as a filmy veil That folds the April larch, My tenderest joy drops like a dream Down from the buds of March, My dim sweet joy that fills...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jennifer’s Lad Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall	O, April's found the upland larch, The hazel in the hollow,'– But louder was the snare-drum with it's 'March, march, march...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Larch Tree Roberto Suárez Torres	Thwart branch not crushed of larch tree and plead; waned ash from walls, ax in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Leszko The Bastard Alfred Austin	My mother stood by the larch-log blaze, My mother, stately, and tall, and thin, With the shapely head and the soft white...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford John Keats	The mouldering arch, Shaded o'er by a larch Stands next door to Wilson the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
March: An Ode Algernon Charles Swinburne	golden, and witness arise of the thorn and the larch: Wild April, enkindled to laughter and storm by the kiss of the wildest of winds that...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Marzo Pazzo Algernon Charles Swinburne	Soft small flames on rowan and larch Break forth as laughter on lips that said Nought till the pulse in them beat love's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
North Wind in October Robert Seymour Bridges	And standeth naked above her yellow attire: The larch thinneth her spire To lay the ways of the wood with cloth of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On Returning To England Alfred Austin	Where fearless almond, faery larch, Smiling, disarm the frown of March, Snow hath no terrors, frost no sting, And playful...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
South-West Wind In The Woodland George Meredith	With savage inspiration,-pine, And larch, and beech, and fir, and thorn, And ash, and oak, and oakling, rave And shriek, and shout,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Teignmouth John Keats	There's Arch Brook And there's Larch Brook Both turning many a mill, And cooling the drouth Of the salmon's mouth And fattening...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Boy In Church Robert Graves	' My window glimpses larch and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Burial Place William Cullen Bryant	And rarely in our borders may you meet The tall larch, sighing in the burying-place, Or willow, trailing low its boughs to hide The gleaming...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)