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Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend
Robert Louis Stevenson
From the bonny bells of heather They brewed a drink long-syne, Was sweeter far than honey, Was stronger far than wine. They brewed it and they ...Rate it:

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A Ballad Of The Heather
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
only youth contrives-- One day in the red heather, Alone with our two lives. The tall grey rocks wRate it:

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High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending
Emily Jane Brontë
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Eart...Rate it:

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Ezra Pound
The black panther treads at my side, And above my fingers There float the petal-like flames. The milk-white girls Unbend from the holly-trees, And...Rate it:

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Mario William Vitale
lovely girl in the world looks a life with a big heart & smile still to know all the great while longevity inside of me footsteps in the durati...Rate it:

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The Hare And The Fox
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
lay still by the birch-tree's root In the heather. The hare was running with nimble foot O'Rate it:

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The Bonnie Sidlaw Hills
William Topaz McGonagall
to the bonnie Sidlaw hills And pu' the blooming heather, and drink from their rills? There the cranRate it:

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John Greenleaf Whittier
ON RECEIVING A SPRIG OF HEATHER IN BLOSSOM. No more these simple flowers belong To Scottish maid and lover; Sown in the common soil of song, They ...Rate it:

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Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
humming bees are still; The fir climbs the heather, The heather climbs the hill. The low clouds haRate it:

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Heath from the Highlands
Henry Kendall
rugged Roderick Dhu. Not far, perchance, this heather throve (Above fair banks of ferns), From thaRate it:

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Lovers and a Reflection
Charles Stuart Calverley
a-tremble with words a-tween. Thro' God's own heather we wonned together, I and my Willie (O love Rate it:

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The Child Of The Islands - Autumn
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
diadem. III. And far and wide the glorious heather blooms, Its regal mantle o'er the mountains sRate it:

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The Goat Paths
James Stephens
Upon the hill - they wind about Through the heather in and out Of the quiet sunniness. And therRate it:

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To Alfred Tennyson - 1883
Robert Fuller Murray
shepherds on a Highland lea Think lightly of the heather flower Which makes the moorland's purple dRate it:

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An Octopus
Marianne Moore
the swamp or pausing on high ground to smell the heather'; of 'thoughtful beavers making drains whiRate it:

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Four Songs Of Four Seasons
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Where, when leaves quicken, Under the heather the sundew hides. Green land and red landRate it:

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Ganderfeather's Gift
Eugene Field
gleaming, ghostly sea Floated from the misty heather, And around my trundle-bed Frisked, and looRate it:

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Greeting Poem
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
a thousand hills, That ripple through valley and heather, On, on to the sea, with a song of glee, TRate it:

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Hunting Song
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Round us rolls the heather's sheen, Heather's sheen, 'Neath the falcon of our queen, Of our queen. Birch and cherry balm exhale, Balm exhale, Loud...Rate it:

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Hypotheses Hypochondriacae
Charles Kingsley
a ring of old and moss-grown stones In gorse and heather all embosomed. There should be no tall stoRate it:

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Me Peacock
William Butler Yeats
his whim. Live he or die Amid wet rocks and heather, His ghost will be gay Adding feather to featheRate it:

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My Kingdom
Robert Louis Stevenson
very little dell, No higher than my head. The heather and the gorse about In summer bloom were cRate it:

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Ossian’s Grave
Robinson Jeffers
a mountain in the mist, like Aura Heavy with heather and the dark gray rocks, or Trostan Dark purplRate it:

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Over The Hills
George Meredith
To pleasure, a wicked fay: 'Tis ours on the heather to bound, old hound, Over the hills and awayRate it:

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Rudyard Kipling
that bore; But his shield was picked up in the heather, And he never saw Rome any more! And he lefRate it:

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