Festus – XXXIII (Philip James Bailey Poems)
As in our sky sometimes a vaporous massLow down, shows thunder threatening; while by windsOf happier, if adverse wing fanned, ...
As in our sky sometimes a vaporous massLow down, shows thunder threatening; while by windsOf happier, if adverse wing fanned, ...
ARGUMENT. REFUGE IN A LIBRARY. CONVERSE WITH BOOKS.-POLEMICAL WRITERS.-POETS- BOOKS READ OVER AGAIN. THE WORLDLY CONTINUALLY TAKES PLACE OF THE ...
The wasting thistle whitens on my crest,The barren grasses blow upon my spear,A green, pale pennon: blazon of wild faithAnd ...
Hunger.See Famine.The Morning came, the Night, and Slumbers past,But still the furious Pangs of Hunger last:The cank'rous Rage still gnaws ...
-A RhapsodyOf all the various lots around the ball,Which fate to man distributes, absolute;Avert, ye gods! that of the Muse's ...
Ulcerated tooth keeps me awake, there issuch pain, would have to go to the hospital to haveit pulled or would ...
A bachelor gray, was Valentine Brown;He lived in a mansion just out of the town,A mansion spacious and grand;He was ...
Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint,Instead of dirges, this complaint;And for sweet flow'rs to crown thy hearse,From thy griev'd ...
The little old ladyWas walking along the street.She carried her head high though of small stature,And although he ermine mantle ...
Shrine of my mind, my Library!Each morn I greet thee with delight,When, soul-refreshed, I bring to theeThe benediction of the ...
In those old times no recollection liesOf numerous bulls and protonotaries;Who dignities and prebends eight or nineHold-abbeys and rich priories ...
There is a book, which we may call(Its excellence is such)Alone a library, though small;The ladies thumb it much.Words none, ...
We are building little homes on the sands,We are making little rooms very gay,We are busy with our hearts and ...
True - there are books and books. There's Gray,For instance, and there's Bacon;There's Longfellow, and Monstrelet,And also Colton's " Lacon,"With ...
A card table in the library stands readyTo receive the puzzle which keeps never coming.Daylight shines in or lamplight downUpon ...
Ours are the streets where Bess first met hercancer. She went to work every day past thesecure houses. At her ...
Cold nights outside the taverns in Wyomingpickups and big semis lounge idling, letting theirhaunches twitch now and then in gusts ...
Here where the end of bone is no end of songAnd the earth is bedecked with immortalityIn what was poetryAnd ...
I in the library,Looking for books to read,Pulled one out twice to seeIf it fulfilled my need.Butler had written thisAutobiography.Which ...
When sorrow lays us lowfor a second we are savedby humble windfallsof the mindfulness or memory:the taste of a fruit, ...
When sorrow lays us lowfor a second we are savedby humble windfallsof the mindfulness or memory:the taste of a fruit, ...
Sun, sun,divine Ra-Helios,you delightthe hearts of kings and heroes,sacred horses neigh to you,in Heliopolis they sing hymns to you;when you ...
I wish I could find that skinny, long-beaked boywho perched in the branches of the old branch library.He spent the ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
They say that she died of a broken heart (I tell the tale as 'twas told to me);But her spirit ...
Trees standing in rain; Footfalls on the pavement, feet crushing leaves; A little girl leaving her house; The moon, barely ...
Autumn gale! sweet autumn gale!Sing with me a sober wail;Summer loves the melting song;Lightsome airs to spring belong;Old December shouts ...
What now, Jos??The party's over,the lights are off,the crowd's gone,the night's gone cold,what now, Jos??what now, you?you without a name,who ...
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