Poets
The Glory Of The Garden By Rudyard Kipling
The Glory Of The Garden By Rudyard Kipling Our England is a garden that is full of stately views, Of borders, beds and shrubberies and
The Garden By Andrew Marvell
The Garden By Andrew Marvell How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown’d from
from Maud (Part I) By Alfred Lord Tennyson
from Maud (Part I) By Alfred Lord Tennyson A Monodrama Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the
In The Corner Of His Garden By Melanie Waters
In The Corner Of His Garden By Melanie Waters In the corner of his garden, there’s a patch he used to keep All to himself,
Fireflies In The Garden By Robert Frost
Fireflies In The Garden By Robert Frost Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though
A Dog Is A Dog By T. S. Eliot
A Dog Is A Dog By T. S. Eliot Now dogs pretend they like to fight; They often bark, more seldom bite; But yet a
The Sunlight On The Garden By Louis MacNeice
The Sunlight On The Garden By Louis MacNeice The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets
From The Garden Of Heaven By Hafiz
From The Garden Of Heaven By Hafiz FROM the garden of Heaven a western breeze Blows through the leaves of my garden of earth; With
Come Slowly Eden By Emily Dickinson
Come Slowly Eden By Emily Dickinson Come slowly—Eden Lips unused to Thee— Bashful—sip thy Jessamines As the fainting Bee— Reaching late his flower, Round her
A Month Of Happiness By Robert Bly
A Month Of Happiness By Robert Bly A blind horse stands among cherry trees. And bones shine from cool earth. The heart leaps Almost up
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The Glory Of The Garden By Rudyard Kipling
The Glory Of The Garden By Rudyard Kipling Our England is a garden that is full of stately views, Of borders, beds and shrubberies and
The Garden By Andrew Marvell
The Garden By Andrew Marvell How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown’d from
from Maud (Part I) By Alfred Lord Tennyson
from Maud (Part I) By Alfred Lord Tennyson A Monodrama Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the
In The Corner Of His Garden By Melanie Waters
In The Corner Of His Garden By Melanie Waters In the corner of his garden, there’s a patch he used to keep All to himself,
