Autumn, 1920 (Bernard Waters Poems)
RESTLESS is the present night, Fearfully it seems to shiver, No wind there is and yet Strangely the leaves quiver. ...
RESTLESS is the present night, Fearfully it seems to shiver, No wind there is and yet Strangely the leaves quiver. ...
"WITHIN my heart I long have kept A little chamber cleanly swept, Embroidered with a fleur-de-lis, And lintel boughs of ...
Yes ! I answered you last night ; " No !" this morning, Sir, I say ! Colours, seen ...
On Vimy Ridge four months agoWe lived and fought, my friends and I,And watched the kindly dawn come slow,Peace bringing ...
These are life's treasurings:The sudden sun through rain;Stars on a frosty night;Grass rippling o'er the plain;Tempest grown still;Hearth-fires when long ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height ...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height ...
An old man cocked his car upon a bridge; He and his friend, their faces to the South, Had trod ...
The garden's full of scented wallflowers, And, save that these stir faintly, nothing stirs; Only a distant bell in hollow ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
My folks think I'm a serving maid Each time I visit home; They do not dream I ply a trade ...
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have ...
Though I have watched so many mourners weep O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep- Those dead seemed ...
I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player's Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a ...
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