The Lady Of La Garaye – Part I (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
ON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays, Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays, Shines on the children's ...
ON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays, Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays, Shines on the children's ...
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 ...
DRAMATIS PERSONAEPoet. Philosopher. Jones of Mariposa.POETHalt! Here we are. Now wheel your mare a trifle Just where you stand; then ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
'Tis the part of a wise Man to examine the means of attaining the end, that he be not foiled ...
The poet is not for the crowd; he stands An isolation from the multitude,And breathes a breath which comes from ...
Campin' round Coonamble.Keepin' up the strike,Through the black soil countryPlugging on the 'bike';Half a thousand shearers,What had we to gainCampin' ...
The earth rolls on through empty space, its journey's never done;It's entered for a starry race throughout the kingdom come.And, ...
Our sergeant-major is Bandy Burke,Of course he couldn't affordTo take a commission - he does the workAnd the credit goes ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
Like an ancient elephant a tough living hide the gray of the fencing long untended no paint or primer aging ...
Human walls, fencing in the boundaries limiting God love, his people, by whatever measure these will not last, have been ...
A bed of pine, corrugated metal for a roof and snow fencing walls A place of refuges out in the ...
An old weathered section of snow fencing half buried in the lee of the dune gray skin gnarled by wind ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
She dwelt on the hillside by edge of a maize-field, near the spring that flows in laughing rills through the ...
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway, The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way, ...
If there were more than one of me I'd shave my head and grow my beard I'd be a Doctor ...
The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands, An iron authority against the snow, And this grey monument to common ...
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