The Muses Threnodie: Fourth Muse (Henry Adamson Poems)
This time our boat passing too nigh the land,The whirling stream did make her run on sand;Aluif, we cry'd, but ...
This time our boat passing too nigh the land,The whirling stream did make her run on sand;Aluif, we cry'd, but ...
He saw through his own soul.—TennysonAlexis grew up, and through all his youthRan dreams and splendours, as a summer bowLighting ...
Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.It is time you found ...
WHERE are now the Captains Of the narrow ships of old Who with valiant souls went seeking For the Fabled ...
I SING the family party that once we used to know, The old time family parties we gave so long ...
You stroll down your road,killing the leaves of fall,crushing the veins of families.On this fourth-last fall of allyou leave what ...
I'd like to have a hut in the wild forest density, Made of firewood and a forest's scarcity.Hanged high among ...
We are they that go, that go,Plunging before the hidden blow.We run the byways of the earth,For we are fugitive ...
If that apparent part of life's delightOur tingled flesh-sense circumscribes were seenBy aught save reflex and co-carnal sight,Joy, flesh and ...
Walking, journeying, living out my days in the shadow of the cross letting go of my troubles, of my cares ...
A little bit of fool in me Hides behind my inmost tree And pops into the narrow path I walk ...
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