The Muses Threnodie: Ninth Muse (Henry Adamson Poems)
What could there more be done, let any say,Nor I did to prevent the doleful day?For when I saw Gall's ...
What could there more be done, let any say,Nor I did to prevent the doleful day?For when I saw Gall's ...
Dapple-throned Aphrodite,eternal daughterf God,snare-knitter! Don't, I beg you,cow my heart with grief! Come,as once when you heard my far-off cry ...
Put your man down somewherein a good lasting soil.Do not think, bitterly, theregoes the sum of love and toil.He was ...
It was n't kid stakes. I 'ad no crook lurk To act deceivin', or to treat 'er mean.I'm old enough ...
I 'ave written Mick a letter in reply to one uv 'is,Where 'e arsts 'ow things is goin' where the ...
A rose in my garden, the sweetest and fairest,Was hanging her head through the long golden hours;And early one morning ...
Next To Everest Highest Of MountainsO white priest of Eternity, aroundWhose lofty summit veiling clouds ariseOf the earth's immemorial sacrificeTo ...
But now the Dream has come again, the world is as of old.Once more I feel about my breast the ...
The thousand streets of London grayRepel all country sights;But bar not winds upon their way,Nor quench the scent of new-mown ...
The Lord's bin hard on me, Sir, He's stown my barn away.O dowly, dowly was that neet ...
Flushed with fancies, I bethought me,"Into music I will set them,Like a pearl into its settingOf the finest golden fretting;Never ...
LET Summer go To other gardens; here we have no need of her. She smiles and beckons, but we take ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
The Rose did caper on her cheek -- Her Bodice rose and fell -- Her pretty speech -- like drunken ...
I lived among great houses, Riches drove out rank, Base drove out the better blood, And mind and body shrank. ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
I saw by looking in his eyes That they remembered everything; And this was how I came to know That ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
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