Harry Morant (William Henry Ogilvie Poems)
Harry Morant was a friend I hadIn the years long passed away,A chivalrous, wild and reckless lad,A knight born out ...
Harry Morant was a friend I hadIn the years long passed away,A chivalrous, wild and reckless lad,A knight born out ...
IGo on, high ship, since now, upon the shore,The snake has left its skin upon the floor.Key West sank downward ...
Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning,Close by the window young Eileen is spinning;Bent over the fire her blind grandmother, ...
The foreigner placed his hand on your shoulder,late one cool evening, in a tavern of the old harbortown.Yellow sand flowed ...
And so to-day--they lay him away-- the boy nobody knows the name of-- the buck private--the unknown soldier-- the doughboy ...
Brothers, have you observed the calm?Even the leaves of that symbolic palmThat denotes peace, political and otherwise, are scarcely stirredBy ...
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
Eating, drinking, smoking, laughter,Reverly and wild to-do -They shake the inn from floor to rafterWith huzzahing and halloo.There Twardowski heads ...
The SailorI'd like to be a sailor - a sailor bold and bluff -Calling out, "Ship ahoy!" in manly tones ...
Now in war we are confronted with conditions which are strange.If we accept them we will never win.Since by being ...
I'd like to be a porter, and always on the run,Calling out, "Stand aside!" and asking leave of none.Shoving trucks ...
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
"Why shouldn't I have a purely vegetarian drink? Why shouldn't I take vegetables in their highest form, so to speak? ...
News of the Gold World of May in Holland Michigan: "Wooden shoes will clatter again on freshly scrubbed streets--" The ...
(March, 1919)A LIAR goes in fine clothes. A liar goes in rags. A liar is a liar, clothes or no ...
To Certain Poets About to Die TAKE your fill of intimate remorse, perfumed sorrow, Over the dead child of a ...
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
STRONG rocks hold up the riksdag bridge . always strong river waters shoving their shoulders against them . In the ...
Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging, continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten veins of fire deep in the earth ...
She was four, he was one, it was raining, we had colds, we had been in the apartment two weeks ...
Take the name of the swain, a forlorn witless elf Who was chang'd to a flow'r for admiring himself. A ...
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