The Bell-Founder Part II – Triumph And Reward (Denis Florence MacCarthy Poems)
In the furnace the dry branches crackle, the crucible shines as withgold,As they carry the hot flaming metal in haste ...
In the furnace the dry branches crackle, the crucible shines as withgold,As they carry the hot flaming metal in haste ...
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
To the Children of Mary of the Cathedral of MobileIn the mystical dim of the temple, In the dream-haunted dim ...
They were a' roun' aboot us, their hearts licht wi' glee,An' the pride an' the talk o' their faither an' ...
I took the trail to the wooded canyon, The trail from the sea: For I heard a calling ...
Oh tell me not of the lands so old Where the Orient treasures its hills of gold, And the rivers ...
The barbed-wire fences rust As their cedar uprights blacken After a night of rain. Some early, innocent lust Gets me ...
From my cell, I look back on the world-from my cell, And think I ...
Meet me at sunset, the hour we love best, Ere day's last crimson blushes have died in the west; When ...
My SisterCometh a voice from a far-land! Beautiful, sad, and low;Shineth a light from the star-land! Down on the night ...
Night was new-throned in heaven, and we did rove Together in the cool and shadowless haze ...
THERE is a light in darkness which the soulCan never know until the sense hath creptFrom height to height across ...
My TO-MORROW is but a flittingFancy of the brain;God's TO-MORROW an angel sitting,Ready for joy or pain.My TO-MORROW has no ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
Sang Solomon to Sheba, And kissed her dusky face, 'All day long from mid-day We have talked in the one ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
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