The Bush (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
IIn Nino's chamber not a sound intrudesUpon the midnight's tingling silentness,Where Nino sits before his book and broods,Thin and brow-burdened ...
Act II.SCENE I. Ball in the Palace of DON JOHN. Dance. DON JOHN and MARIA together. DON TOMMASO, ANNICCA. LORDS ...
Preludes.I The Wife's Tragedy Man must be pleased; but him to please ...
I'Twas eve in sunny Italy;The world was bright as earth can be,In that delightful month of June, When sun, and ...
Midnight, beneath your sky,Where streaks of soft blue lieBetween the starry ranksLike rivers with white lilies on their banks,Frown not ...
Midnight, beneath your sky,Where streaks of soft blue lieBetween the starry ranksLike rivers with white lilies on their banks,Frown not ...
ON REMOVING FROM HER NATIVE VILLAGE. The golden rays of sunset fall on a snow-clad hill, As standing ...
The golden rays of sunset fall on a snow-clad hill, As standing by my window I gaze there long ...
Where is Australia, singer, do you know? These sordid farms and joyless factories, Mephitic mines and lanes of pallid woe? ...
Mourn, Persia, mourn! thy charms decay; Proud Ispahan, the seat of power, Is shorn by time's relentless sway Of her ...
On the white throat of useless passionThat scorched my soul with its burning breathI clutched my hands in murderous fashion,And ...
Come to the window, you who are mine. Waken! the night is calling. Sit by me here--with ...
There sings no nightingale to win you forth And I myself am old and cannot sing,But, see, the pear tree ...
If I could whisper you all I know, Said the Old Fool in the Wood,"You'd never say that green leaves ...
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, ...
Let us invoke a healthy heart-breaking Towards the horrible world: Let us say 0 poor people How can they help ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
STATELY, kindly, lordly friend, Condescend Here to sit by me, and turn Glorious eyes that smile and burn, Golden eyes, ...
I -- In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at ...
'Twas in the village of Ruily there lived a bonnie lass With red, pouting lips which few lasses could surpass, ...
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