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    A Roadside Harp: A Book of Verses
    A Roadside Harp: A Book of Verses
    A Roadside Harp: A Book of Verses
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    A Roadside Harp: A Book of Verses

    By Louise Imogen Guiney

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    A Roadside Harp is a lovely collection of beautifully written poems by American poet Louise Imogen Guiney. The words and thoughts expressed in these verses are fun to read and will leave a lasting impact on the reader. These delightful poems are written on various topics that will interest the reader and keep them hooked till the end. Guiney writes in a simple way that makes her verses easy to follow. This collection will take the reader on a wonderful journey into the fascinating world of poetry. It comprises several incredible poems, including Peter Rugg the Bostonian, A Ballad of Kenelm, Vergniaud in the Tumbril, Winter Boughs, and more.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateJun 2, 2022
    ISBN8596547038979
    A Roadside Harp: A Book of Verses

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      A Roadside Harp - Louise Imogen Guiney

      Louise Imogen Guiney

      A Roadside Harp: A Book of Verses

      EAN 8596547038979

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      Peter Rugg the Bostonian

      A Ballad of Kenelm

      Vergniaud in the Tumbril

      Winter Boughs

      M. A. 1822–1888

      W. H. 1778–1830

      The Vigil-at-Arms

      A Madonna of Domenico Ghirlandajo

      Spring Nightfall

      A Friend’s Song for Simoisius

      Athassel Abbey

      Florentin

      Friendship Broken

      A Song of the Lilac

      In a Ruin, after a Thunder-Storm

      The Cherry Bough

      Two Irish Peasant Songs

      The Japanese Anemone

      Tryste Noel

      A Talisman

      Heathenesse

      For Izaak Walton

      Sherman: An Horatian Ode

      When on the Marge of Evening

      Rooks in New College Gardens

      Open, Time

      The Knight Errant (Donatello’s Saint George)

      To a Dog’s Memory

      A Seventeenth-Century Song

      On the Pre-Reformation Churches about Oxford

      The Still of the Year

      T. W. P. 1819–1892

      Summum Bonum

      Saint Florent-le-Vieil

      Hylas

      Nocturne

      The Kings

      Alexandriana

      LONDON: TWELVE SONNETS

      On First Entering Westminster Abbey

      Fog

      St. Peter-ad-Vincula

      Strikers in Hyde Park

      Changes in the Temple

      The Lights of London

      Doves

      In the Reading-Room of the British Museum

      Sunday Chimes in the City

      A Porch in Belgravia

      York Stairs

      In the Docks

      Peter Rugg the Bostonian

      Table of Contents

      I

      THE mare is pawing by the oak,

      The chaise is cool and wide

      For Peter Rugg the Bostonian

      With his little son beside;

      The women loiter at the wheels

      In the pleasant summer-tide.

      And when wilt thou be home, Father?

      "And when, good husband, say:

      The cloud hangs heavy on the house

      What time thou art away."

      He answers straight, he answers short,

      At noon of the seventh day.

      "Fail not to come, if God so will,

      And the weather be kind and clear."

      "Farewell, farewell! But who am I

      A blockhead rain to fear?

      God willing or God unwilling,

      I have said it, I will be here."

      He gathers up the sunburnt boy

      And from the gate is sped;

      He shakes the spark from the stones below,

      The bloom from overhead,

      Till the last roofs of his own town

      Pass in the morning-red.

      Upon a homely mission

      North unto York he goes,

      Through the long highway broidered thick

      With elder-blow and rose;

      And sleeps in sound of breakers

      At every twilight’s close.

      Intense upon his heedless head

      Frowns Agamenticus,

      Knowing of Heaven’s challenger

      The answer: even thus

      The Patience that is hid on high

      Doth stoop to master us.

      II

      Full light are all his parting dreams;

      Desire is in his brain;

      He tightens at the tavern-post

      The fiery creature’s rein:

      "Now eat thine apple, six years’ child!

      We face for home again."

      They had not gone a many mile

      With nimble

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