Poems by Norman Rowland Gale
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The Ballade Of The Glutton
... L'envoi: O Redcoats of England, who struggle and dare, ...
The Fairy Book
... To manage all the househod things from four till half-past five, ...
An Orchard Dance
... Ah, sweet-lip ways and sweet-lip days, ...
Holy Ground
... There hawthorn glows as if, white-hot, ...
Dawn And Dark
... Went to the left or right,&emsp ...
The Great Beech
... And in the night the beech-tree holds the red moon in his arms ...
This Peach Is Pink With Such A Pink
... The snowdrop, child of windy March, ...
Oiling
... With oil, your beauteousness will shrivel ...
A Priest
... But in his glory, as a young pure priest&emsp ...
Golf Steals Our Youth
... Have you watched their cheerful scrambles ...
The Golden Game
... Breathe your fill of the breeze from the hill, ...
Bees
... Roaming and Rollicking mandates ...
Old Letters
... And here's the bud that rose and sank, ...
The Decimal Point
... I thought to myself-here 'tis plain I shall snug be ...
The Country Faith
... Floats with a thought of God&emsp ...
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