In Capacity (Maurice Thompson Poems)
You ask me whyI long to flyOut from your palace to the dreamy woodsAnd the summer solitudes,Why I pineIn this ...
You ask me whyI long to flyOut from your palace to the dreamy woodsAnd the summer solitudes,Why I pineIn this ...
What time the rose of dawn is laid across the lips of night,And all the little watchman-stars have fallen asleep ...
August is hot from the touch of an ardent sun,Lolling and still in fields and windless places;Idle all day like ...
(For Kenneth)CLOSE upon the window-glass pressed our eager faces-Hearts and torches all aflare, frame on frame of laces,Wreathing roses all ...
Song by ValgovindThe fields are full of Poppies, and the skies are very blue,By the Temple in the coppice, I ...
The girls all like to see the bluets in the laneAnd the saucy johnny-jump-ups in the meadow,But, we boys, we ...
From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the joy we bring, For Christmas-tide ...
WITHOUT the squares of misted pane,I saw the wan autumnal rain,And heard, o'er tufts of churchyard ...
Turn from Kerry crossroads and leave the wooded dells,Take the mountain path and find where Tip O'Leary dwells;Tip O'Leary is ...
Oh gay and shining June time!Oh meadow brave and bright,Abloom with little children,All tossing in the light!They dance and circle ...
Devotion to the Great Saint,the temple of Ishite…rice plants abloom.(Masaoka Shiki)
It was over at Is?ndula, the bloody work was done, And the yet unburied dead looked up unblinking at the ...
He filled the Nation's eyes and heart, ...
Gay balloons and coloured streamers,Gliding figures, footsteps light,Flannelled youths and short-frocked maidensJazzing gaily through the night.Music quaint and queer and ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyceHed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice.Some folks called him Sooner, a name ...
I set apart a day for wandering; I heard the woodlands ring, The hidden white-throat sing, And the harmonic West, ...
Suspicion's playful counterfeitBegot your question strange:The only thing that I forgetIs that there's any change.Did that long blight which fell ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the ...
We were out on the hills that night To watch our sheep; Drowsily by the fire we lay Where the ...
Over the fields we go, through the sweets of the purple clover, That letters a message for us as for ...
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