Slaves (Cale Young Rice Poems)
A host of bloody centuries lie prone Upon the fields of Time--but still the wake Of Progress loud ...
A host of bloody centuries lie prone Upon the fields of Time--but still the wake Of Progress loud ...
My dearest, trust me! I may err and fail In many ways, through mere humanity, And draw a tide of ...
Love's eye should but answer the beam that invites it,The glance that tells secrets true heart never won, The delicate ...
With each strong thought, with every earnest longingFor aught thou deemest needful to thy soul,Invisible vast forces are set throngingBetween ...
High, hollowed in green above the rocks of reason lies the crater lake whose ice the dreamer breaks to find ...
Oft I remember those I have known In other days, to whom my heart was lead As by a magnet, ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
That which we had we still possess, Though leaves may drop and stars may fall; No circumstance can make it ...
IS reform needed? Is it through you? The greater the reform needed, the greater the personality you need to accomplish ...
I dance in circles holding the moth of the marriage, thin, sticky, fluttering its skirts, its webs. The moth oozing ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
Love, light for me Thy ruddiest blazing torch, That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch Of the glad Palace ...
Compelled by calamity's magnet They loiter and stare as if the house Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought ...
Griffin calls to come and kiss him goodnight I yell ok. Finish something I'm doing, then something else, walk slowly ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
The white men played all sorts of jokes on me. They took big fish off my hook And put little ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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