Everyday Characters II – Quince (Winthrop Mackworth Praed Poems)
Fallentis semita vit*. - Hor.Near a small village in the West,Where many very worthy peopleEat, drink, play whist, and do ...
Fallentis semita vit*. - Hor.Near a small village in the West,Where many very worthy peopleEat, drink, play whist, and do ...
A long ray gushes through the windows,The mighty house stands in gloom.The fire stretches out, hotAnd sparkling in a stone ...
He nearly drowned in hermit-seeking seasOf visitors - those voids he had allowedTo suck his soul - damned sycophantic fleas!Wrenching ...
The afternoon of summer foldsIts warm arms round the marigolds,And with its gleaming fingers, petsThe watered pinks and violetsThat from ...
All the roads led to death,all the roads. All the winds breathed betrayal,all the winds. At all the doorways angry dogs barked,at ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
I At the convent doors, full of alarm She stood, like a young bird quitting its nest. Her first flight ...
THE UNWELCOME GUEST.I have brought young Kaukomieli,Brought the Islander and hero,Also known as Lemminkainen,Through the jaws of death and ruin,Through ...
WAINAMOINEN'S BOAT-BUILDING.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,The eternal wisdom-singer,For his boat was working lumber,Working long upon his vessel,On a fog-point jutting seaward,On an ...
Beyond the gates of Hercules The seven builders took the stone, Spurned everywhere in days of ease, Long lying loose ...
Down beside the loathly Pitch Lake,In the stately Morichal,Sat an ancient Spanish Indian,Peering through the columns tall.Watching vainly for the ...
Down in the bazaar of the CobblersWhere the stitcher of shoes doth lie,Was the Haschish den of Kaleef,A dog with ...
For the sun that shone at the dawn of spring,For the flowers which bloom and the birds that sing,For the ...
Where are the stockmen bluff and bold,Who pitched their tents on the far frontier,Where wealth was not in bond or ...
He showed up in the springtime, when the geese began to honk;He signed up with the outfit, and we fattened ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
(WASHINGTON SQUARE) I met him, as one meets a ghost or two, Between the gray Arch and the old Hotel. ...
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