Dickens (Donald Marquis Poems)
DICKENS"The only book that the party had was a volume of Dickens. During the six months that they lay in ...
DICKENS"The only book that the party had was a volume of Dickens. During the six months that they lay in ...
Old women say that men don't knowThe pain through which all mothers go,And maybe that is true, and yetI vow ...
Lone o'er the moors I stray'd;With basely timid mind,Because by some betray'dDenouncing human-kind;I heard the lonely wind,And wickedly did mournI ...
Greyer and older, still they stand Wearier, quieter, still they pray;Men who had offered their all to a land. And ...
THESE many years since we began to be,What have the gods done with us? what with me,What with my love? ...
THE BITTERNESS of death and bitterer scorn Breathes from the broad-leafed aloe-plant whence thou Wast fain to gather ...
"WE must be nobler for our dead, be sure, Than for the quick. We might their living eyes Deceive with ...
Sweet stream-fed glen, why say "farewell" to theeWho far'st so well and find'st for ever smoothThe brow of Time where ...
Your troubles shrink not, though I feel them less Here, far away, than when I tarried near; I even smile ...
You taught me Waiting with Myself -- Appointment strictly kept -- You taught me fortitude of Fate -- This -- ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth have passed, And now the mould is heaped ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
Was it the double of my dream The woman that by me lay Dreamed, or did we halve a dream ...
When your love begins to wane, Spare me from the cruel pain Of all speech that tells me so - ...
A little soul scarce fledged for earth Takes wing with heaven again for goal Even while we hailed as fresh ...
Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass Singing? and is it for sorrow of that which was ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the ...
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