Wrinkles (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
This, biting Frost—this, branding Sun—This, Wind or drenching Rain hath done:Each perfecting the Sculptor's planUpon the godlike image, Man. (John ...
This, biting Frost—this, branding Sun—This, Wind or drenching Rain hath done:Each perfecting the Sculptor's planUpon the godlike image, Man. (John ...
I pray you this my song to takeNot scornfully, for Boyhood's sake;It is the last, until the dayWhen your kind ...
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'?quipagePrennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,Le navire glissant sur ...
It was thus in the beginning: With a sporting chance of winning, Jones contested an election years ago.He was young, ...
By jove it's hot on the track today, my flannel is soaked with sweat.I think I'll sit in the shade ...
A cow boy and his trusty palWere camped one night by an old corral;They were keeping a line on the ...
Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.It is time you found ...
That's his saddle on the tie-beam, And them's his spurs up thereOn the wall-plate over yonder — ...
Sal was a sobstuff sisterOn the pictures she'd shed tears galoreHer tears fell in torrents, and the band at the ...
Tho' it sounds a trifle mystic, Somewhat vague and cabbalistic,When you come to analyse the ...
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly- The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky: Each drooping frond of pine ...
There was a sunny, savage landBeneath the eagle's wings,And there, across the thorns and sand,Wild rovers rode as kings.Is it ...
"His broad-brimmed hat pushed back with careless air, The proud vaquero sits his steed as free As winds that toss ...
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead, Thy fibres ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
By his voice, boldly, clearly by the awesome voice of God Jesus of Nazareth, rising in baptism from the Jordan ...
The dung was recent, not an event unusual in itself but difficult to explain of cows grazing the other side ...
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead, Thy fibres net the dreamless head, Thy roots ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
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