Earthfast (Arthur Seymour John Tessimond Poems)
Architects plant their imagination, weld their poems on rock,Clamp them to the skidding rim of the world and anchor them ...
Architects plant their imagination, weld their poems on rock,Clamp them to the skidding rim of the world and anchor them ...
Again th' Almighty mounts his lofty Throne, And on his Right Hand sate th' Eternal Son. The Royal Writs were ...
The forward Youth that would appearMust now forsake his Muses dear,Nor in the Shadows singHis Numbers languishing.'Tis time to leave ...
A Meditation in the British Museum.I say it to myself—in meekest awe Of Progress, electricity and steam, Of this ...
When an apple tree is ready for the world to come and eat, There isn't any structure ...
What's the use? Give it best;Cut her loose; Have a rest.Hope is dead; Gloom collects,Nuff is said - ...
Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri, like Quartz Crystals, like organic farmers, like what ...
Poets may boast, as safely vain,Their works shall with the world remain;Both, bound together, live or die,The verses and the ...
I TOOK the wren's nest;-- Heaven forgive me! Its merry architects so small Had scarcely finished their wee hall, That, ...
Architects plant their imagination, weld their poems on rock,Clamp them to the skidding rim of the world and anchor them ...
(For Thomas Augustine Daly) The Judge's house has a splendid porch, with pillars and steps of stone, And the Judge ...
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
1 EARTH, round, rolling, compact-suns, moons, animals-all these are words to be said; Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances-beings, premonitions, lispings of ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
Architects plant their imagination, weld their poems on rock, Clamp them to the skidding rim of the world and anchor ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise A Soul inslav'd so many wayes? With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd ...
The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His numbers languishing. ...
An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his muses dear, ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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