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Thomas Edward Brown
1830 - 1897
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A Morning Walk
"Lie there," I said, "my Sorrow! lie thou there! / And I will drink the lissome air, / And see if yet the heavens have gained their blue."
An Oxford Idyll
Ah little mill, you're rumbling still, / Ah sunset flecked with gold! / Ah deepening tinge, ah purple fringe
Disguises
High stretched upon the swinging yard, / I gather in the sheet; / But it is hard
I Bended Unto Me A Bough Of May
I bended unto me a bough of May, / That I might see and smell: / It bore it in a sort of way,
I Wonder
I wonder if in that far isle, / Some child is growing now, like me / When I was child : care-pricked, yet healed the while
Ibant Obscuae
To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, / Dark-robed descending to the sea, / So slow, so silent of all speech,
Jessie
When Jessie comes with her soft breast, / And yields the golden keys, / Then is it as if God caress'd
Land, Ho!
I know ’tis but a loom of land, / Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice, / I know I cannot hear His voice
My Garden
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! / Rose plot, / Fringed pool,
Obviam
I needs must meet him, for he hath beset / All roads that men do travel, hill and plain; / Nor aught that breathes shall pass
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