The Devil And The Monk (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
Once Satan and a monk went on a "drunk,"And Satan struck a bargain with the monk,Whereby the Devil's crew was ...
Once Satan and a monk went on a "drunk,"And Satan struck a bargain with the monk,Whereby the Devil's crew was ...
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
Westward a league the city lay, with oneCloud's imminent umbrage o'er it: when behold,The incendiary sunDropped from the womb o' ...
1.LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,Had I been from the first true to the truth,Grant me, now ...
1660At last the long darkness of anarchy lifts, and the dawn o'er the grayIn rosy pulsation floods; the tremulous amber ...
When my ship comes in, as it's bound to come, I'll follow no poet to Innisfree, For I don't much ...
THE NIGHT descends in glory, and adown the purple west The young moon, like a crescent skiff, upon some fairy ...
I make this in a warring absence whenEach ancient, stone-necked minute of love's seasonHarbours my anchored tongue, slips the quaystone,When, ...
Ben Bowyang spluttered with rage suppressed, "Hi, there!" And his brow was black,As two by two and three by three ...
1 I don't believe in omens or fear Forebodings. I flee from neither slander Nor from poison. Death does not ...
I SAW him where the doomed, a thickening flood,Jostled the brazen Gates of Heaven. HecriedWith dry-parched throat and lips beslimed ...
When I wanted something I couldn't buy, A suit of clothes or a Sunday tie,Or a new straw hat when ...
I saw a maid with her chivalrous lover:He was both tender and true;He kissed her lips, vowing over and over,"Darling, ...
FOR Peace, and all that follows in her path -Nor slighting honor and his country's fame,He stood unmoved, and dared ...
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
I stood musing in a black world, Not knowing where to direct my feet. And I saw the quick stream ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring, To take the pay of ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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