Category: Poetry
Land of soft showers and far-extending vales, And woodlands fanned by summer’s gentlest gales, And streams, that glisten as they steal, half hid The tangled brake and waving sedge amid; Land!—where rich plenty with abounding flow, 5 Bids ’neath her smile the golden meadow glow...
Land of soft showers and far-extending vales, And woodlands fanned by summer’s gentlest gales, And streams, that glisten as they steal, half hid The tangled brake and waving sed...
3. Part 3Whoever has had the privilege of a visit to Fair Mead Lodge, will feel that Essex has the honour of being the chosen residence of at least one poet, who, in this age of independ...