Witchcraft: New Style (Lascelles Abercrombie Poems)
The sun drew off at last his piercing fires.Over the stale warm air, dull as a pondAnd moveless in the ...
The sun drew off at last his piercing fires.Over the stale warm air, dull as a pondAnd moveless in the ...
With garments for sorrow torn, With eyelids heavy and red,A woman sat by a new-made grave, Bewailing her slaughtered dead--Weep! weep! weep! Tears ...
He shows a fool in every wiseWho day and night forever hiesFrom feast to feat to fill his paunchAnd make ...
So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with redyour sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,they crushed out your throat ...
Blacksmith Green had three strong sons, With bread and beef did fill 'em,Now John and Ned are perished and dead, But plenty ...
Green Spring receivethThe vacant earth;The white sun shineth;Spring wind provokethTo burst and burgeonEach sprout and flower.In those dark caves where ...
If I sit in the dustFor lauding good wine,Ha, ha! it is just:So sits the vine!Abu Midjan sang as he ...
Now Yavapai Pete was a cowpuncher neat,From Arizona's fair clime.Lived in his saddle and punched most the cattleFrom here to ...
Saaz Ya Keena Saaz Kya Jany'Naz walay Niyaz kiya Jany'Kab kisi Dar Pa Juba Sai KeeShakh Sahib Namaz Kya Janay'Shama ...
As the glory of the sun, When the dismal night is done,Leaps upward in the summer-blue to shine, So gloriously ...
COME out . . . . out To this inevitable night of mine Oh you drinker of new wine, Here's ...
A cup of wine, under the flowering trees;I drink alone, for no friend is near.Raising my cup I beckon the ...
Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down In grove and garden to the sapphire sea; Twine yellow roses for the ...
527To put this World down, like a Bundle-And walk steady, away,Requires Energy-possibly Agony-'Tis the Scarlet wayTrodden with straight renunciationBy the ...
To put this World down, like a Bundle -- And walk steady, away, Requires Energy -- possibly Agony -- 'Tis ...
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork Without a Revery -- And so encountering a Fly This January Day Jamaicas of ...
Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down In grove and garden to the sapphire sea; Twine yellow roses for the ...
I SALUTED a nobody. I saw him in a looking-glass. He smiled-so did I. He crumpled the skin on his ...
With a jar of wine I sit by the flowering trees. I drink alone, and where are my friends? Ah, ...
In the midst of the battle I turned, (For the thunders could flourish ...
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