Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RHYTHM OF THE HILLS, by MRS. LEWIS WORTHINGTON SMITH First Line: Blown leaves - a toss of spinning gold and fire Last Line: Of flame to crown the rhythm of the hills. | ||||||||
Blown leaves -- a toss of spinning gold and fire, The drowsy trickle of the freezing spills, A wedge of honking geese, the sun a pyre Of flame to crown the rhythm of the hills. | Other Poems of Interest...ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 25. MOTHER AND SON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON DANSE RUSSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AN EPITAPH, ON A FOOLISH BOASTER by PHILIP AYRES THE FIRST AIR-RAID WARNING by EVELYN D. BANGAY PSALM 19. COELI ENARRANT by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO NANCY F --- by WILLIAM BLAKE AN ELEGY ON MR. WILLIAM HOPTON by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |
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