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Tides: A Book of Poems
Tides: A Book of Poems
Tides: A Book of Poems
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"Tides: A Book of Poems" by John Drinkwater
John Drinkwater was an English poet and dramatist who became incredibly popular among the masses. This text collects some of his most beloved poems. A Man's Daughter, The Midlands, Plough, Treason, May Garden, On Reading the Ms. of Dorothy Wordsworth's Journals, and Reverie are just some of the poems that have been carefully selected for this collection.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherGood Press
Release dateDec 11, 2019
ISBN4064066200916
Tides: A Book of Poems

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    Tides - John Drinkwater

    John Drinkwater

    Tides: A Book of Poems

    Published by Good Press, 2019

    goodpress@okpublishing.info

    EAN 4064066200916

    Table of Contents

    A MAN’S DAUGHTER

    VENUS IN ARDEN

    COTSWOLD LOVE

    THE MIDLANDS

    MAY GARDEN

    PLOUGH

    POLITICS

    BIRMINGHAM—1916

    INSCRIPTION FOR A WAR MEMORIAL FOUNTAIN

    TREASON

    MY ESTATE

    WITH DAFFODILS

    FOR A GUEST ROOM

    ON READING THE MS. OF DOROTHY WORDSWORTH’S JOURNALS

    THE OLD WARRIOR

    THE GUEST

    REVERIE

    PENANCES

    A MAN’S DAUGHTER

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    There is an old woman who looks each night

    Out of the wood.

    She has one tooth, that isn’t too white.

    She isn’t too good.

    She came from the north looking for me,

    About my jewel.

    Her son, she says, is tall as can be;

    But, men say, cruel.

    My girl went northward, holiday making,

    And a queer man spoke

    At the woodside once when night was breaking,

    And her heart broke.

    For ever since she has pined and pined,

    A sorry maid;

    Her fingers are slack

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