A Modern Apostle V (Constance Naden Poems)
SUMMER passed by, and Autumn; Winter came With grey cold days and black unpitying nights, And many children gathered round ...
SUMMER passed by, and Autumn; Winter came With grey cold days and black unpitying nights, And many children gathered round ...
ALAN had preached his sermon--grave, devout, Yet full of lightnings and electric shocks For tender souls who reckoned even doubt ...
Triangular Tommy, one morning in May, Went out for a walk on the public highway. Just here I will ...
We gathered, a jovial party, Together on New Year's eve,To welcome the coming monarch And to see the old one ...
Now a sad farewell to the cable-tram, Staunch friend of the quieter days,That glided down thro' a leisured town Ere ...
I'm not sure there will be walls or eyes but if there are this portrait may be wondered at. Let ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,not sticks of burning incense.You lived aloof, maintaining to the endyour magnificent ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Abandon, void loss, pain emptiness consumed you called you down into the depth black shroud enveloped Where were you when ...
It wasn't the moment I met her at the church The times we chatted in the coffee hour No, not ...
If anybody's friend be dead It's sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive -- At such and ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
"Remember, you loved me, when we were young, one day" The words of the song in Tauber's mellifluous tenor Haunt ...
I'm dead. Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past. How long I stood as missing! Now, at last I'm dead. ...
THERE'S Chamfort. He's a sample. Locked himself in his library with a gun, Shot off his nose and shot out ...
We were supposed to do a job in Italy and, full of our feeling for ourselves (our sense of being ...
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