A Summer Morning by Robert Fuller Murray
Never was sun so bright before,No matin of the lark so sweet,No grass so green beneath my feet,Nor with such dewdrops jewelled o'er.I stand with thee outside the door,The air not yet is close wi
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Never was sun so bright before,No matin of the lark so sweet,No grass so green beneath my feet,Nor with such dewdrops jewelled o'er.I stand with thee outside the door,The air not yet is close wi
Rolling blades of grass play in the meadows green, as bird songs whisper my name in the trees... the breeze circles me enfolding me in its tune, a serenade that happens on beautiful days in June.
Beneath summer rainhappy garden grass will knowsun is coming soon.Author: Janice Windle
Winter without you is like a summer in a winter, when memories of your love murmur in my winter. Summer in a winter was never been hot as it is.when the memories of your love thrills me tod
It is a place whither I've often goneFor peace, and found it, secret, hushed, and cool,A beautiful recess in neighboring woods.Trees of the soberest hues, thick-leaved and tall,Arch it o'erhead an
I didn't write that novel I've dreamed of for many years Nor did I climb Mt. Everest (I'm really scared of heights) I didn't swim the English Channel (It was a bit too far) I didn't win a Pulitz
On London fell a clearer light;Caressing pencils of the sunDefined the distances, the whiteHouses transfigured one by one,The 'long, unlovely street' impearled.O what a sky has walked the world!
Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore,So fair a summer look for nevermore:All good things vanish less than in a day,Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay.Go not yet away, bright sou
How plain and heightWith dewdrops are bright!How pearls have crown'dThe plants all around!How sighs the breezeThro' thicket and trees!How loudly in the sun's clear raysThe sweet birds carol for
691Would you like summer? Taste of ours.Spices? Buy here!Ill! We have berries, for the parching!Weary! Furloughs of down!Perplexed! Estates of violet trouble ne'er looked on!Captive! We bring r
Athwart the star-lit midnight sky Luminous fleecy clouds drift by, As the mysterious, pallid moon Sinks in the waveless still lagoon. Now that the queen of night is dead, The starry commonwealth
Her final summer was it,And yet we guessed it not;If tenderer industriousnessPervaded her, we thoughtA further force of lifeDeveloped from within,--When Death lit all the shortness up,And made