Poems by Edward Thomas
The Combe
... Its mouth is stopped with brambles, thorn, and briar ...
When First
... Fast beat My heart at the sight of the tall slope ...
The Child on the Cliffs
... ” Sweeter I never heard, mother, no, not in all Wales ...
The Brook
... From aloft He took the heat of the sun, and from below ...
Haymaking
... s home, A white house crouched at the foot of a great tree ...
The Other
... as still The roads lay as the ploughland rude, ...
The Chalk-Pit
... A pair, - free thought, free love, - I know the breed: ...
Lob
... While still So young, our Jack was chief of Gotham&rsquo ...
Gone, Gone Again
... And when the lost one was here&mdash ...
The Sorrow of True Love ?
... Yet almost they equal joys, since their despair ...
Digging 2
... Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield, ...
Home 1
... That land, My home, I have never seen ...
The Lofty Sky
... Leagues deep, leagues wide, where ...
The Hollow Wood
... And the bright twit of the goldfinch drops ...
Head and Bottle
... He neither sees, nor hears, nor smells, nor thinks, ...
