To G. C. Smith (Charlotte Eliza Dixon Poems)
GO on, thou great Apostle of the Waters,Fill up the measure of thy useful days;Stem the rough billows that oppose ...
GO on, thou great Apostle of the Waters,Fill up the measure of thy useful days;Stem the rough billows that oppose ...
When once the twilight locks no longerLocked in the long worm of my fingerNor damned the sea that sped about ...
LAST night, among his fellow roughs,He jested, quaff'd, and swore; A drunken private of the Buffs,Who never look'd before. To-day, ...
I fear to love thee, Sweet, because Love's the ambassador of loss; White flake of childhood, clinging so To my ...
They no not praise Sir Samuel Hoare;He's not a people's pet.For all I know, there may be moreSome other chap ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Butcher the evil millionaire, peasant, And leave him stinking in the square. Torture the chancellor. Leave the ambassador Strung by ...
How shall she know the worship we would do her? The walls are high, and she is very far. How ...
Armed of the gods! Divinest conqueror! What soundless hosts are thine! Nor pomp, nor state, Nor token, to betray where ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
"Will you go to war just for a scrap of paper?" -- Question of the German Chancellor to the British ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
(After reading `The Forged Casement Diaries' by Dr. Maloney) I say that Roger Casement Did what he had to do. ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
I fear to love thee, Sweet, because Love's the ambassador of loss; White flake of childhood, clinging so To my ...
When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger Nor damned the sea that ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive ...
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