Pastorals Poems - Poems about Pastorals

...Bagpipes in short high sounding squeals that loudly play to the ears appeal some haunting distant melodic foreboding malaise, stretching across an isle of green-blue ways, freed open and ging......

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...< This time of trouble so torn by terror, time of deep darkness and all-devouring death, this time of woe, high wages and much wenching is no time for pleasant pastorals and praises. I wander we......

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...A genius is a special kind, indeed: he or she is a creature of the mind who creates where breaths of inspiration lead, like mythic Muses on a Grecian wind; some have the gift of poesy like Keats,......

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...What makes a speech out of words, I have just washed the tombs of lords. Oh, what’s my knot? What’s my knot? You can judge the theme not. Words, trickle of the destructed thoughts Shaped in a......

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