Thomas Edward Brown

Thomas Edward Brown Poems

A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Ferned grot--
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The Man that hath great griefs I pity not;
’Tis something to be great
In any wise, and hint the larger state,
Though but in shadow of a shade, God wot!
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When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth—
It matters not
If south or north,
Bleak waste or sunny plot.
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4.

SHE knelt upon her brother's grave,
   My little girl of six years old--
He used to be so good and brave,
   The sweetest lamb of all our fold;
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WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast,
   And yields the golden keys,
Then is it as if God caress'd
   Twin babes upon His knees--
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TO live within a cave--it is most good;
   But, if God make a day,
   And some one come, and say,
'Lo! I have gather'd faggots in the wood!'
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I bended unto me a bough of May,
That I might see and smell:
It bore it in a sort of way,
It bore it very well.
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Expecting Him, my door was open wide:
Then I looked round
If any lack of service might be found,
And saw Him at my side
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High stretched upon the swinging yard,
I gather in the sheet;
But it is hard
And stiff, and one cries haste.
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O blackbird, what a boy you are!
How you do go it!
Blowing your bugle to that one sweet star -
How you do blow it!
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To-night I saw three maidens on the beach,
Dark-robed descending to the sea,
So slow, so silent of all speech,
And visible to me
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12.

As I was carving images from clouds,
And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes
Pressed from the pulp of dreams, one comes, and cries:--
"Forbear!" and all my heaven with gloom enshrouds.
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Methinks in Him there dwells alway
A sea of laughter very deep,
Where the leviathans leap,
And little children play,
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I know ’tis but a loom of land,
Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice,
I know I cannot hear His voice
Upon the shore, nor see Him stand;
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Sweet breeze that sett'st the summer birds a swaying,
Dear lambs amid the primrose meadows playing
Let me not think!
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The Best Poem Of Thomas Edward Brown

My Garden

A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Ferned grot--
The veriest school
Of peace; and yet the fool
Contends that God is not--
Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign;
'Tis very sure God walks in mine.

Thomas Edward Brown Comments

Scarlett roze me me 15 January 2021

Very 🤩

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Scarlett roze 15 January 2021

Very, good and funny 😆

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Barbara Brady (ne Brown) 08 February 2018

I love My Garden and as I am a Brown and majored in poetry I read his poems on line. It is my birthday soon and I will request a copy. We are related to Capability Brown and I love gardening so it all fits together. Best wishes

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