In the Crowd (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
Here in the crowded city's busy street, Swayed by the eager, jostling, hasting throng, Where Traffic's voice grows harsher and ...
Here in the crowded city's busy street, Swayed by the eager, jostling, hasting throng, Where Traffic's voice grows harsher and ...
With eastern banners flaunting in the breeze Royal processions, sounding fife and gong And showering jewels on the jostling throng, ...
Thy birthday opened with artillery;-- The flash and thunder of the breaking wave, At early dawn, a greeting salvo gave, ...
Night is the true democracy. When dayLike some great monarch with his train has passed.In regal pomp and splendor to ...
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loudAt dawn, a fortnight overdue,Jostling the doors, and tearing throughMy bedroom to rejoin the cloud,I ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound ...
The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun Had swarthed about with lion-brown Before the Spring was ...
Year after year the princess lies asleep Until the hundred years foretold are done, Easily drawing her enchanted breath. Caught ...
A tremor, a quiver, a vibration a transfer of energy, of power an act of faith, of healing He sensed ...
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Let us invoke a healthy heart-breaking Towards the horrible world: Let us say 0 poor people How can they help ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
Beautiful town of Montrose, I will now commence my lay, And I will write in praise of thee without dismay, ...
Beautiful town of Montrose, I will now commence my lay, And I will write in praise of thee without dismay, ...
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to ...
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying; My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, ...
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