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The Roses by Julian O’Dea

Posted on November 4, 2017 by Russell Boyle

The roses by the wall are best, where mud and leaves bank up and rest, where human sight does not obtain, where God alone can see them plain, in wind and dark, and sun and rain. Julian O’Dea

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Loveliest of Trees by A. E. Housman

Posted on September 5, 2017 by Russell Boyle

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs … Continue reading →

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I Am a Parcel of Vain Strivings Tied by Henry David Thoreau

Posted on June 3, 2017 by Russell Boyle

I am a parcel of vain strivings tied By a chance bond together, Dangling this way and that, their links Were made so loose and wide, Methinks, For milder weather. A bunch of violets without their roots, And sorrel intermixed, … Continue reading →

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Colour by Dorothea Mackellar

Posted on January 26, 2016 by Russell Boyle

The lovely things that I have watched unthinking, Unknowing, day by day, That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colour That will not pass away – Great saffron sunset clouds, and larkspur mountains, And fenceless miles of plain, … Continue reading →

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Song to a Fair Young Lady Going out of Town in the Spring by John Dryden

Posted on January 25, 2016 by Russell Boyle

Ask not the cause why sullen spring So long delays her flow’rs to bear; Why warbling birds forget to sing, And winter storms invert the year? Chloris is gone; and Fate provides To make it spring where she resides. Chloris … Continue reading →

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Sea Fever by John Masefield

Posted on September 26, 2015 by Russell Boyle

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the … Continue reading →

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Reluctance by Robert Frost

Posted on May 31, 2015 by Russell Boyle

Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended. … Continue reading →

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The Shore of Life by Robert Fitzgerald

Posted on December 13, 2014 by Russell Boyle

I I came then to the city of my brethren. Not Carthage, not Alexandria, not London. The wide blue river cutting through the stone Arrowy and cool lay down beside her, And the hazy and shining sea lay in the … Continue reading →

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I Was Made Erect and Lone by Henry David Thoreau

Posted on December 5, 2014 by Russell Boyle

I was made erect and lone, And within me is the bone; Still my vision will be clear, Still my life will not be drear, To the centre all is near. Where I sit there is my throne. If age … Continue reading →

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Sonnet 92 by Anna Seward

Posted on November 21, 2014 by Russell Boyle

Behold that tree, in Autumn’s dim decay, Stripped by the frequent, chill, and eddying wind; Where yet some yellow, lonely leaves we find Lingering and trembling on the naked spray, Twenty, perchance, for millions whirled away! Emblem, also! too just, … Continue reading →

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