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Nicholls Marjory

Born in July 29, 1890 / Died in October 1, 1930 / New Zealand / English

Nicholls Marjory poet from New Zealand was born on July 29, 1890, had 40 years and died on October 1, 1930. Poems were written mainly in English language. Dominant movement is other.

Top ten poems Nicholls Marjory

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A Changeling

... ices call And see the "Folk" outsideThat Mother calls me, "changeling-child" And then I run and hide ...

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Depression

... My room is but a sordid place-- The paper torn,Nothing of beauty there, nor grace, All mean, forlorn ...

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The Empty Places

... n forest strife-- Tane! Tane! is it youMourning in the empty placesWhere your forest trees once grew ...

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Four Errors

... I scanned the sea rim, far and wide,Nor saw Love drooping near my side ...

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The Homely Ghost

... e, must I goThrough the wilds beyond EarthTo the courts where the white angels standAugust, majestic ...

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I Scarce Believed

... light's gleam--Would I too sail upon that magic seaWith moon-drenched nights and days of blue serene ...

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June Evening at Beaconsfield (Bucks)

... softly white,The friendly elms a vigil calm did keep--Guardians watching through the darkling night ...

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Little Daughter

... daughter, my little child Her love would not say,But sobbed of Life's loneliness And its thorny way ...

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"A Little Place Apart"

... --none bright or gay--And hither shall I come in twilight-time To dream awhile of the dear yesterday ...

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Poppies

... There are scarlet poppies in her garden-bed, Debonair and full of glowing grace!There are scarlet poppies in a field of France And they're flaunting in her dead love's face. ...

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