Poems with rhymes of thorn

No bird sang then; no thorn,
No tree was green beside
Them only never shorn -

When May is here, and every morn
Is dappled with pied bells,
And dewdrops glance along the thorn

BETWEEN wheatfield and corn,
Between hedgerow and thorn,

My sluber broken and my doublet torn,
I find the laurel also bears a thorn.

Unmindful of the thorn,
A reaper tired reposes
Among his gathered corn:

Then the rain poured down forlorn,
One slipped, another fell,
One trod upon a thorn,

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:

Maybe Thou lets this fleshly thorn
Buffet Thy servant e'en and morn,

Dismounting, then, he leaned against a thorn;
He had no follower, dog, nor man, nor boy:
He neither cracked his whip, nor blew his horn,

Thou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn,
Spitting and scorn;

They've fiddled the rose, and they've fiddled the thorn,
But they haven't fiddled the mountain-corn.

We dreamed that a great painter had been born
To cold Clare rock and Galway rock and thorn,

No music like the nightingale's was born
Within his throat; but he, too, laid his breast
Upon a thorn.

No ray is dimmed, no atom worn,
My oldest force is good as new,
And the fresh rose on yonder thorn

But the first that ever I bare was dead before he was born,
Shadow and shine is life, little Annie, flower and thorn.

The hedge on high is quick with thorn,
And climbing for the prize, was torn,

To pou their stalks of corn:
But Rab slips out, and jinks about,
Behint the muckle thorn:

Been left by November of leaves is torn
From hazel and thorn

A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn—

But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,