When My Ship Comes In (Frank Sidgwick Poems)
When my ship comes in, as it's bound to come, I'll follow no poet to Innisfree, For I don't much ...
When my ship comes in, as it's bound to come, I'll follow no poet to Innisfree, For I don't much ...
WHEN FINGAL dwelt in windy halls,As mournful OSSIAN tells,Midst lofty Selma's shaded wallsHe spread the feast of shells.Each tuneful bard ...
Here when the cloudless April days begin,And the quaint crows flock thicker day by day,Filling the forests with a pleasant ...
Spring is a flirt. Unexpectedly gleaming Over the shoulder of some far blue hill.We glimpse the blue eyes of her, ...
BIT of topsy-turvy artifice Goes wandering like a monarch ...
"O LIVING image of eternal youth! Wrought with such large simplicity of truth That, now the pattern's made and on ...
Let a man drink,For what can he thinkWorthy to sink or worthy to rise-Seeing the gods are up in the ...
Not Jason nor Medea wise,I crave to see, nor win much lore,Nor list to Orpheus' minstrelsies;Nor Her'cles would I see, ...
Silence again. The glorious symphony Hath need of pause and interval of peace. Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds ...
The name of the sermon the point of the message was "Our Highest Ideal" but it was the underlying subtext ...
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Not to discover weakness is The Artifice of strength -- Impregnability inheres As much through Consciousness Of faith of others ...
My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed -- As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
"Form follows function follows form . . . , etc." --Dr. J. Anthony Wadlington Here I am writing my first ...
I That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
(AMSTERDAM, 1645) And there you are again, now as you are. Observe yourself as you discern yourself In your discredited ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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