Sonnets at the English Lakes by Hardwicke D. Rawnsley ... Second Edition |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
XXII. |
XXIII. |
XXIV. |
XXV. |
XXVI. |
XXVII. |
XXVIII. |
XXIX. |
XXX. |
XXXI. |
XXXII. |
XXXIII. |
XXXIV. |
XXXV. |
XXXVI. |
XXXVII. |
XXXVIII. |
XXXIX. |
XL. |
XLI. |
XLII. |
XLIII. |
XLIV. |
XLV. |
XLVI. |
XLVII. |
XLVIII. |
XLIX. |
L. |
LI. |
LII. |
LIII. |
LIV. |
LV. |
LVI. |
LVII. |
LVIII. |
LIX. |
LX. |
LXI. |
LXII. |
LXIII. |
LXIV. |
LXV. |
LXVI. |
LXVII. |
LXVIII. |
LXIX. |
LXX. |
LXXI. |
LXXII. |
LXXIII. |
LXXIV. |
LXXV. |
LXXVI. |
LXXVII. |
LXXVIII. |
LXXIX. |
LXXX. |
LXXXI. |
LXXXII. |
LXXXIII. |
LXXXIV. |
LXXXV. |
LXXXVI. |
LXXXVII. |
LXXXVIII. |
LXXXIX. |
XC. |
XCI. |
XCII. |
XCIII. |
XCIV. |
XCV. | XCV. THE RIVER MESSAGE |
XCVI. |
XCVII. |
XCVIII. |
XCIX. |
C. |
CI. |
CII. |
CIII. |
CIV. |
CV. |
CVI. |
CVII. |
CVIII. |
CIX. |
CX. |
CXI. |
CXIII. |
CXIV. |
CXVII. |
CXVIII. |
CXIX. |
CXX. |
Sonnets at the English Lakes | ||
95
XCV. THE RIVER MESSAGE
At White Moss.
Back into gold the larchen tresses swing,From off the Scar the rust of fern is fled;
But, virgin-white, the veil o'er Wansfell head
Waits for its lifting by the hand of Spring.
Hark! how glad Rotha's trebles trip and sing
Of dust the vermeil Alder-tassels shed,
Of life renewed, which to its shallow bed
The springing blades in amber sedges bring.
But not alone will Rotha's sunny wave,
That links the triple sisterhood to one,
For me the joyous Spring-tide message have:
I know that somewhere on Wynander's lake
These self-same ripples to her feet may run,
The self-same tidings of the Spring to take.
Sonnets at the English Lakes | ||