Collected PoemsR Hart-Davis, 1950 - 572 pàgines |
Continguts
tr to Buchr | 30 |
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS | 54 |
Last night I lingered long without | 60 |
XI | 66 |
XVII | 75 |
My brain swims empty and light | 82 |
XXIX | 90 |
have been well I have been ill | 98 |
In all the grove nor stream nor bird | 276 |
As the single pang of the blow when the metal is mingled well | 280 |
We uncommiserate pass into the night | 282 |
My Martial owns a garden famed | 295 |
XII | 304 |
Not roses to the rose I trow | 309 |
You that are much a fisher in the pool | 310 |
Fair Isle at Seathy lovely name | 311 |
IN ENGLISH | 111 |
In ancient tales O friend thy spirit dwelt | 124 |
The year runs through her phases rain and sun | 126 |
Who comes tonight? We ope the doors in vain | 128 |
We see you as we see a face | 129 |
I read dear friend in your dear face | 130 |
If I have faltered more or less | 131 |
Not yet my soul these friendly fields desert | 134 |
It is not yours O mother to complain | 135 |
O mother lay your hand on my brow | 136 |
Yet O stricken heart remember O remember | 137 |
Peace and her huge invasion to these shores | 138 |
With half a heart I wander here | 139 |
I am a kind of farthing dip | 140 |
Sing clearlier Muse or evermore be still | 141 |
For love of lovely words and for the sake | 142 |
My body which my dungeon is | 143 |
Say not of me that weakly I declined | 144 |
A mile an a bittock a mile or twa | 150 |
Of a the ills that flesh can fear | 173 |
THE SONG OF RAHÉRO | 181 |
THE FEAST OF FAMINE | 209 |
Give to me the life I love | 245 |
In the beloved hour that ushers day | 258 |
The morning drumcall on my eager ear | 259 |
have trod the upward and the downward slope | 260 |
God if this were enough | 261 |
Trusty dusky vivid true | 262 |
Resign the rhapsody the dream | 263 |
Since long ago a child at home | 264 |
The Silver Ship my Kingthat was her name | 265 |
Forth from her land to mine she goes | 266 |
I knew a silver head was bright beyond compare | 267 |
Do you remembercan we eer forget? | 268 |
The tropics vanish and meseems that I | 270 |
To S C | 271 |
THE HOUSE OF TEMBINOKA | 272 |
Man child or woman none from her | 313 |
About my fields in the broad sun | 315 |
What glory for a boy of ten | 316 |
meanwhile in the populous house apart | 317 |
These rings O my beloved pair | 319 |
Ever perilous | 320 |
As with heaped bees at hiving time | 321 |
Fifteen men on the Dead Mans Chest | 322 |
Here from the forelands of the tideless sea | 323 |
Go little bookthe ancient phrase | 324 |
You know the way to Arcady | 325 |
Bells upon the city are ringing in the night | 326 |
For laughing I very much vote | 329 |
VII | 335 |
XIV | 345 |
A CHILDS GARDEN OF VERSES | 361 |
Whenever the moon and stars are set | 366 |
Of speckled eggs the birdie sings ΧΙ | 368 |
Dark brown is the river | 369 |
Whenever Auntie moves around | 370 |
From breakfast on through all the day | 371 |
Every night my prayers I say | 372 |
I woke before the morning I was happy all the day | 373 |
Bring the comb and play upon it | 374 |
The friendly cow all red and white | 375 |
I saw you toss the kites on high | 376 |
Children you are very little 377 | 377 |
Little Indian Sioux or Crow | 378 |
Down by a shining water well | 390 |
In the other gardens | 404 |
The frozen peaks he once explored | 425 |
INDEX TO FIRST LINES | 563 |
Not thine where marblestill and white | 565 |
100 | 566 |
309 | 568 |
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