IFrindsbury, Kent, 1786Bang!Bang!Tap!Tap-a-tap! Rap!All through the lead and silver Winter days,All through the copper of Autumn hazes.Tap to the red ...
Reign of Louis PhilippeA great tall column spearing at the skyWith a little man on top. Goodness! Tell me why?He looks a silly thing enough to stand u...
After a Print by George CruikshankIt was a gusty night,With the wind booming, and swooping,Looping round corners,Sliding over the cobble-stones,Whippi...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked outat the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of the squareglistened like mi...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since broughtIn some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wroughtWith bossed and carven flowers and fruits in...
BathThe day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissusin the air.The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and bores t...
Fish"So . . ." they said,With their wine-glasses delicately poised,Mocking at the thing they cannot understand."So . . ." they sai...
First MovementThin-voiced, nasal pipesDrawing sound out and outUntil it is a screeching thread,Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting,It hurts.Whee-e-e!...
I walk down the garden paths,And all the daffodilsAre blowing, and the bright blue squills.I walk down the patterned garden-pathsIn my stiff, brocaded...
IHow fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue,And flashing where the round clouds, blown away, Let drop the...