Men (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.Through toil and martyrdom a million ...
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.Through toil and martyrdom a million ...
Grown tired of mourning for my sins- And brooding over merits-The other night with bothered brow I went amongst the spirits;And I ...
To Thee, beneath whose eyeEach circling centuryObedient rolls,Our nation, in its prime,Looked with a faith sublime,And trusted, in "the timeThat ...
Judge Sawyer, whom in vain the people triedTo push from power, here is laid aside.Death only from the bench could ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
Nor can the foremost of the sons of menEscape my ribald and licentious penSwiftYou prisoners of New South Wales,Who frequent ...
Composed at Stroud A.A. Co. Establishment StationNew South Wales.Composed and written October 23rd day, Anno 1839You prisoners of New South ...
There's been fierce argument of late In my vicinitee,Between the Commonwealth and State, For I fell out with me.I am ...
SHE is hot to the sea that crouches beside, Human and hot to the cool stars peering down, My passionate ...
I stood upon the peak, amid the air; Below me lay the peopled, busy earth. Life, ...
512The Soul has Bandaged moments-When too appalled to stir-She feels some ghastly Fright come upAnd stop to look at her-Salute ...
The Soul has Bandaged moments -- When too appalled to stir -- She feels some ghastly Fright come up And ...
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! ...
And thus declared that Arab lady: 'Last night, where under the wild moon On grassy mattress I had laid me, ...
From wrath-red dawn to wrath-red dawn, The guns have brayed without abate; And now the sick sun looks upon The ...
Scene: Federal Political Arena A darkened cave. In the middle, a cauldron, boiling. Enter the three witches. 1ST WITCH: Thrice ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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