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  • The Cow Pasture
    I see the harsh, wind-ridden, eastward hill,
    By the red cattle pastured, blanched with dew;
    The small, mossed hillocks where the clay gets through;
    The grey webs woven on milkweed tops at will. ...
  • Cambrai And Marne
    Before our trenches at Cambrai
    We saw their columns cringe away.
    We saw their masses melt and reel
    Before our line of leaping steel. ...
  • The Herring Weir
    Back to the green deeps of the outer bay
    The red and amber currents glide and cringe,
    Diminishing behind a luminous fringe
    Of cream-white surf and wandering wraiths of spray. ...
  • Grey Rocks, And Greyer Sea
    Grey rocks, and greyer sea,
       And surf along the shore --
    And in my heart a name
       My lips shall speak no more. ...
  • The Aim
    O thou who lovest not alone
    The swift success, the instant goal,
    But hast a lenient eye to mark
    The failures of th' inconstant soul, ...
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Episcopalrelief: "in september" by sir charles george douglas roberts
Belfry_bat: via episcopalrelief: "in september" by sir charles george douglas roberts
Tmsalexa61: the morning sky is white with mist, the earth white with the inspiration of the dew. the harvest light is on the hills anew, and cheer in the grave acres' fruitful girth. - the autumn thistles sir charles george douglas roberts
Shinarsquirrel: "the beech-burrs burst, and the nuts down-patter; the red squirrels chatter o'er the wealth disperst." – sir charles george douglas roberts
Rathbonekim: the beech-burrs burst, and the nuts down-patter; the red squirrels chatter o'er the wealth disperse. – sir charles george douglas roberts
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