Sloth (I) & (II) (Bernard O’Dowd Poems)
Sloth (I)Too many a Samsan lip your teeth indent:Too many a Sybil girl you lure to makeThe Great Refusal for ...
Sloth (I)Too many a Samsan lip your teeth indent:Too many a Sybil girl you lure to makeThe Great Refusal for ...
On a picture by Sir Frederic LeightonFAR on the western borders of the world, Hard by the utmost pale of sunset ...
Old Moloch walks the way tonight On Flander's poppied field,Where foe meets foe in steel and might And never one shall yield.Old ...
As on the highway's quiet edgeHe mows the grass beside the hedge,The old man has for companyThe distant, grey, salt-smelling ...
Act II.SCENE I. Ball in the Palace of DON JOHN. Dance. DON JOHN and MARIA together. DON TOMMASO, ANNICCA. LORDS ...
THERE is an end of joy and sorrow;Peace all day long, all night, all morrow, But never a time ...
I pray you this my song to takeNot scornfully, for Boyhood's sake;It is the last, until the dayWhen your kind ...
COMETH a voice:-'My children, hear; From the crowded street and the close-packed mart I call you back with my ...
Sweet days of breaking light,or yet the shadowy mightand blaze of starry strifepossess'd my life;sweet dawn of Beauty's day,first hint ...
Enlaced with gardened jewelryMy basking villas nestWhere sifted sunshine soothes the eyeAnd cosy hillocks rest.Convention's fronds here screen from viewImmodest ...
When once the twilight locks no longerLocked in the long worm of my fingerNor damned the sea that sped about ...
EACH hour that passes, dead for evermore,Lies in the waste of ages whence the staleAir of unwoken silence, shore to ...
Too many a Samsan lip your teeth indent:Too many a Sybil girl you lure to makeThe Great Refusal for a ...
Winter put his shoulder To our door, Nights are turning colder More and more; ...
I own a solace shut within my heart, A garden full of many a quaint delight And warm with drowsy, ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger Nor damned the sea that ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
I The dawn laughs out on orient hills And dances with the diamond rills; The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs ...
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