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A Point Of Honour Alfred Austin	How we used to sit in the bluebell wood, and roam through the primrose...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
April Byeway Edmund Charles Blunden	Who in great zig-zag blows the bee, and whirs In bluebell shadow down the bright green leas; From whom in frolic fit the chopt straw darts and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
April Byeway Edmund Blunden	Who in great zig-zag blows the bee, and whirs In bluebell shadow down the bright green leas; From whom in frolic fit the chopt straw darts and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Auntie bluebell Gregory S maynard	Auntie bluebell or aunt kay we call you...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Charades Charles Stuart Calverley	the mountain-bee is sipping fragrance from the bluebell's lip, And the bathing-woman tells you, Now's your time to take a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Confetti In The Wind Robert William Service	By bluebell wood and hawthorn lane, The cadence sweet and silken phrase He incubated in his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Craving for Spring David Herbert Lawrence	Oh, in the spring, the bluebell bows him down for very exuberance, exulting with secret warm excess, bowed down with his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dewdrops John Clare	leaves, primroses, violets, vernal speedwell, bluebell and orchis, and commonplace...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fair Warning Wallace Dean LaBenne	I would have stiffed the morning and sniffed the bluebell...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Flowers of My Love. Pius Has Pagiel	True and tender as the Bluebell; Yet, as steadfast as...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Happiness Wilfred Owen	No nestling place is left in bluebell bloom, And the wide arms of trees have lost their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Here have I learnt the little that I know Alfred Austin	When, dawning through the bluebell's heavenly haze, June into full mid-summer broadeneth...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
I Left My Cares Upon The Clouds Adam Latham	The breeze shall carry them afar, Across the bluebell covered lea, Beyond the winking Evenstar And on towards the rolling...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
I See You In The Bluebell Wallace Dean LaBenne	I see you in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Lines Written at Thorp Green Anne Brontë	Verbena, rose and sweet bluebell, Must droop and die...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
New-Year's Eve Sydney Thompson Dobell	Skim thro' the dawns of daffodils and up To bluebell skies, and from the bluebell skies, Like a wild hawk upon a flight of doves, Swoop upon June...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On Returning To England Alfred Austin	Of cuckoo-pint and bluebell spike, Gathered in dingle, dell, and dyke; The comely homes one just can see Through...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Primroses Alfred Austin	Bid the eyebright have no fear, Whisper in the bluebell's ear Time has come for it to flood With its blue waves all the wood, Mind the stichwort of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Spasskoe Boris Pasternak	The bluebell can’t drink the rheumatic dew, and a dirty lilac stain soils the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Bluebell Anne Brontë	There is a silent eloquence In every wild bluebell That fills my softened heart with bliss That words could never...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Changeling Charlotte Mary Mew	The wild-wood bluebell's sweet ting-tings, Humming and hammering at your ear, Everything there is to hear In the heart...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Dying Child John Clare	Were held for the bluebell, As he was carried o'er the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCIV Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Oh what a miracle each bluebell...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Naiads' Music Robert Malise Bowyer Nichols	Only wishing to be numb: Our eyes are sad as bluebell posies, Our breasts are soft as silken roses, And our hands are tenderer Than the breaths...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Naiads' Music: From A Faun's Holiday Robert Nichols	Only wishing to be numb: Our eyes are sad as bluebell posies, Our breasts are soft as silken roses, And our hands are tenderer Than he breaths...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)