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EpiscopalRelief: "In September" by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

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tmsalexa61: The morning sky is white with mist, the earth White with the inspiration of the dew. The harvest light is on the hills anew, And cheer in the grave acres' fruitful girth. - The Autumn Thistles Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

ShinarSquirrel: "The beech-burrs burst, And the nuts down-patter; The red squirrels chatter O'er the wealth disperst." – Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

RathboneKim: The beech-burrs burst, And the nuts down-patter; The red squirrels chatter O'er the wealth disperse. – Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

PoetryTrain: Monition a poem by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

gregcatarino1: The Brook in February by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts But low, bend low a listening ear! Beneath the mask of moveless white A babbling whisper you shall hear— Of birds and blossoms, leaves and light.

sadiakbutt1800: Here the night is fierce with light, Here the great wheels come and go, Here are partings, waitings, meetings, Mysteries of joy and woe ~Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

JacAshby: Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore — And in my heart a name My lips shall speak no more. Grey Rocks, and Greyer Sea by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

SabreenEi: Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts, from Selected Poems; “In September”

rzeuus: Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts, from Selected Poems; “In September,”

toastedbabu: “This windy, bright September afternoon My heart is wide awake, yet full of dreams.” Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts, “In September,” from Selected Poems

PonchoPochenko: Charles G. D. Roberts Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts January 10, 1860 - November 26, 1943 Canadian poet and aut...



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