Poems with rhymes of swinging

The bare brown trees are swinging,
The curled waves roll and rail.
Ho!—madcap Spring comes singing

A blackbird singing
On a moss-upholstered stone,
Bluebells swinging,

His rifle madly swinging,
His soul athirst to slay,
His slogan ringing, ringing,

Above the casement swinging,
With golden bosom to the sun,
The oriole was singing.

The forest is swinging,
The minster bells ringing--

And the Song of Anzac ringing
High above them, sounding, swinging,

My life is soaring and swinging
In triple walls of quiet,
In my heart there is rippling and ringing

A ship swinging
As the tide swings, up and down,
And men's voices singing, -

Flared, like Titan torches flinging
Flakes of flame and embers, springing
From the vale the trees stand swinging

They’re digging and singing,
And I’m asleep.
They’re digging and singing and swiftly they’re swinging

The axes ringing
On mountain sides,
The wool-boats swinging

Came a troop with broad swords swinging,
Bits and bridles sharply ringing,

It was eight bells ringing,
And the gunner's lads were singing,
For the ship she rode a-swinging,

When each white moon, her lantern idly swinging,
Comes out to join the star night-watching band,
Across the grey-green sea, a ship is bringing

It's their playing, romping, swinging,
That give great joy to me
While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing

Hark! the heavy gate is swinging
On its hinges, harsh and slow;
One pale prison lamp is flinging

The forges glow, the hammers all are ringing;
Beneath its smoky vale,
Hard by, the city of his love is swinging

Hush—’t is the lullaby Time is singing—
Hush, and heed not, for all things pass;
Hush, ah hush! and the Scythes are swinging

See this one, this soldier, he's swinging
His sword over head in the air;
How the shot must be leaping and stinging!

Step in the boat, then--both of us singing,
Love his wand swinging