Poems by James Fenton
Yet, even mid merry boyhoods tricks and scapes
... XXX Yet, even mid merry boyhoods tricks and scapes, ...
How oft in schoolboy-days, from the schools sway
... XXIX How oft in schoolboy-days, from the schools sway ...
And Change, with hurried hand, has swept these scenes
... XVIII And Change, with hurried hand, has swept these scenes: ...
Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed
... IV Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed, ...
Dank fens of cedar; hemlock-branches gray
... Fresh griefs beat tranquilly, and loves and vows ...
“How well do I recall that walk in state”
... Where once we crossed, through the forbidden grate, ...
Roll on, sad world! not Mercury or Mars
... For me. Yet pain, fear, heart-break, woes, and wars ...
