America (John Boyle O Reilly Poems)
NOR War nor Peace, forever, old and young,But Strength my theme, whose song is yet unsung,The People's Strength, the deep ...
NOR War nor Peace, forever, old and young,But Strength my theme, whose song is yet unsung,The People's Strength, the deep ...
IBeyond the Northern Lights, in regions hauntedOf twilight, where the world is glacier planted,And pale as Loki in his cavern ...
What ogive gates from gold of Ophir wrought, What walls of bastioned Parian, lucid rose, What marts of crystal, for the eyes ...
IAlas, unhappy land: ill-fated spotKotal--though where or whatOn earth Kotal is, the bard forgot;Further than this indeed he knoweth not--It ...
Was there ever a net too fine for Love?Was there ever a gate too wide?Are there depths too deep?Are the ...
"A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,Of temper amorous, as the first of May,With lengths of yellow ringlet, ...
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,Are they who point our pathway and sustain.They rarely meet; one soars, one ...
A dove flew with an Olive Branch; It crossed the sea and reached the shore, And on a ship about ...
HATH not man at his noblest An air of something more than man? -- A hint of grace immortal, Born ...
"NOW England lessens on my sight; The bastioned front of Wales, Discolored and indefinite, There like a cloud-wreath ...
EACH race has died and lived and fought for the "true" gods of that poor race, Unconsciously, divinest thought of ...
Wellington.HERE, where the surges of a world of seaBreak on our bastioned walls with league-long sweep,Four fair young queens their ...
Dead priests that have sung when the world was young at Mercury's temple-place,Your myth, it was true. It is born ...
O rivers rolling to the seaFrom lands that bear the maple-tree, How swell your voices with the strainOf loyalty and ...
Though life should comeWith all its marshalled honours, trump and drum,To proffer you the captaincy of someResounding exploit, that shall ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
I I AM the undertow Washing tides of power Battering the pillars Under your things of high law. II I ...
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