A Fair Risk (C J Dennis Poems)
Rashly I shot an arrow in the air, And, as my shaft into the zenith sped,I knew 'twas bound to ...
Rashly I shot an arrow in the air, And, as my shaft into the zenith sped,I knew 'twas bound to ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array, A younger brother homeward bent his way, Not much improved, as frequently ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down the moonlit street, And stopped beneath the harlot's house. Inside, ...
The Thames nocturne of blue and gold Changed to a Harmony in grey: A barge with ochre-coloured hay Dropt from ...
Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I've had my flout at dusty ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
"Too late for love, too late for joy, Too late, too late! You loitered on the road too long, You ...
I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree And wore them all that evening in my hair: Then in due ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves, And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay; While ...
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
It was a man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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