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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY ORCHA'D IN LINDEN LEA, by WILLIAM BARNES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded Last Line: Do lean down low in linden lea. Subject(s): Orchards | |||
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; An' birds do whissle over head, An' water's bubblen in its bed, An' there vor me the apple tree Do lean down low in Linden Lea. When leaves that leately wer a-springen Now do feade 'ithin the copse, An' painted birds do hush their zingen Up upon the timber's tops; An' brown-leav'd fruit's a-turnen red, In cloudless zunsheen, over head, Wi' fruit vor me, the apple tree Do lean down low in Linden Lea. Let other vo'k meake money vaster In the air o' dark-room'd towns, I don't dread a peevish measter; Though noo man do heed my frowns, I be free to goo abrode, Or teake agean my homeward road To where, vor me, the apple tree Do lean down low in Linden Lea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST ORCHARD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN THE ORCHARD by ANNE STEVENSON GOOD-BY AND KEEP COLD by ROBERT FROST AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON OLD APPLE TREES by WILLIAM DEWITT SNODGRASS OF AN ORCHARD by KATHARINE TYNAN IN BLOOMING ORCHARDS by JOHN BURROUGHS A WINTER NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES |
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