Could I hear the Kookaburras once again (John O Brien Poems)
May a fading fancy hover round a gladness that is over?May a dreamer in the silence rake the ashes of ...
May a fading fancy hover round a gladness that is over?May a dreamer in the silence rake the ashes of ...
The wind has thrownThe boldest of trees down.Now disgraced it lies,Naked in spring beneath the drifting skies,Naked and still.It was ...
Wreck not the ageing heart of quietness,With alien uproar and rude jolly cries,Which satyr like to a mild maidens pride,Ripens ...
Uplift thy lyre, and touch the tender strings;But leave unsung the epics of thy landTil thou and time have made ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Hear me, Brother, gently met;Just a little, turn, not yet,Thou shalt laugh, and soon forget:Now the midnight draweth near.I have ...
When Summer comesTo silence the retreating drums Of stubborn Winter, when content Shall salve my chill predicament.And I shall loll ...
In every little country place, all up and down the land,From ageing cradles of the race to Never-Never Land --From ...
A Ballad of Good Intentions Four children played by an old oak tree, Big John and James and little Benjie, ...
This we have said: "We shall remember them." And deep our sorrow while the deed was young.Even as David mourned ...
Can it be I -- this Hindenburg, deferring To demagogues, catch phrases, lucky charmsAnd all this mummery about me stirring? ...
Greyer and older, still they stand Wearier, quieter, still they pray;Men who had offered their all to a land. And ...
ISay now, Horatio, has language hours?Sleeps it awhile, to wake again renewed,As chrysalids pupate the many-hued?Or does it, man-like, mellow ...
I have looked at them long,My eyes blur; sourceless lightKeeps them forever youngBefore our ageing sight.You see them-too strict formsOf ...
I I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft ...
After the separation of death one can eventually swallow back one's grief, but the separation of the living is an ...
I cannot let the moment pass without a weary greeting, or retard the recent past where shadows still are fleeting, ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
The height of wisdom seems to me That of a child; So let my ageing vision be Serene and mild. ...
Strange that the self's continuum should outlast The Virgin, Aphrodite, and the Mourning Mother, All loves and griefs, successive deities ...
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