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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.
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)