My Grand Climacteric (Francis Noel Clarke Mundy Poems)
As one, who journeys over unknown lands,Ere yet the sun withdraws his western ray,Stops on some mountain's brow, whose site ...
As one, who journeys over unknown lands,Ere yet the sun withdraws his western ray,Stops on some mountain's brow, whose site ...
Was it a dream that all one summer nightWe toiled obscurely through a mighty woodTeeming with desperate armies; toiled to ...
NOW earth's beauteous scenes o'ershading,Twilight her grey mantle flings;Now the realms of day invading,Darkness spreads his ebon wings.From the distant ...
Bright young thing: Thou on the beaches Life is gay and pleasure ladenAll in vain the law beseeches ...
Pardon me Friend, that I so soon Forsake this great tumultuous Town. And on the sudden hasten down; That I ...
Yet after all we cry, Shall God deviseNo way to bring His banish'd ones again?Shall there not some aspersion of ...
And you as well must die, beloved dust,And all your beauty stand you in no stead;This flawless, vital hand, this ...
Sleep is a pathless labyrinth,Dark to the gaze of moons and suns,Through which the exile clue of dreams,A gossamer thread, ...
CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts or slow decline Our ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
Obscurely yet most surely called to praise, As sometimes summer calls us all, I said The hills are heavens full ...
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes, When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet ...
On the road with billowing poplars, In a country flat and desolate To the far-off gray horizon, wherein obscurely, A ...
First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put ...
There were faces to remember in the Valley of the Shadow, There were faces unregarded, there were faces to forget; ...
Chill penury repress'd his noble rage, And froze the genial current of his soul. GRAY. IF GRIEF can deprecate the ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
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