David Mckee Wright Plain Poems

  • 1.
    Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
    But as for me, hélas, I may no more.
    The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
    I am of them that farthest cometh behind.
    ...
  • 2.
    Since so ye please to hear me plain,
    And that ye do rejoice my smart,
    Me list no lenger to remain
    To such as be so overthwart.
    ...
  • 3.
    My mother's maids, when they did sew and spin,
    They sang sometime a song of the field mouse,
    That, for because her livelood was but thin,

    ...
  • 4.
    Dustily over the highway pipes the loud nor'-wester at morn,
    Wind and the rising sun, and waving tussock and corn;
    It brings to me days gone by when first in my ears it rang,
    The wind is the voice of my home, and I think of the songs it sang
    ...
  • 5.
    I find no peace, and all my war is done.
    I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
    I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
    And nought I have, and all the world I season.
    ...
  • 6.
    I abide and abide and better abide,
    And after the old proverb, the happy day;
    And ever my lady to me doth say,
    'Let me alone and I will provide.'
    ...
  • 7.
    Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know
    The cause why that homeward I me draw,
    And flee the press of courts, whereso they go,
    Rather than to live thrall under the awe
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  • 8.
    My lute awake! perform the last
    Labour that thou and I shall waste,
    And end that I have now begun;
    For when this song is sung and past,
    ...
  • 9.
    The moon is bright, and the winds are laid, and the river is roaring by;
    Orion swings, with his belted lights low down in the western sky;
    North and south from the mountain gorge to the heart of the silver plain
    There-s many an eye will see no sleep till the east grows bright again;
    ...
Total 9 Plain Poems by David Mckee Wright

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