Poems by Harold Monro
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Every Thing
... the Stool He sat on, or the Door he entered through: ...
The Nightingale Near The House
... That star-enchanted song falls through the air ...
Solitude
... And while your thoughts are fading to their sleep, ...
Children Of Love
... Has let fall on his cheek, for the sadness of life, a compassionate tear ...
The Rebellious Vine
... fluttered its leaves, and cried to all the winds: ...
The Bird at Dawn
... ' But next some far more serious thing to say : ...
Youth in Arms
... Wheres your sling or painted shield, &emsp ...
Lake Leman
... Through banks of snow, trickle, and meet, and sing ...
Child Of Dawn
... Morning will glide, and noon, and then the night ...
Great City
... Sweet rest. When all the lamps were lighted in the town ...
Two Poems: (Numbers i and x in 'Strange Meetings.')
... And walk about, and breathe, and speak, and love, ...
Real Property
... The colour has painted itself in my heart ...
Thistledown
... While some in loving pairs will glide, ...
Gravikty
... Could, without effort, place your hand among them, ...
Man Carrying Bale
... Calls 'Lift!' and the arms, remembering well their work, ...
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