An Anthem Of Earth (Francis Thompson Poems)
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
WAINAMOINEN FINDS THE LOST-WORD.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Did not learn the words of magicIn Tuoni's gloomy regions,In the kingdom of Manala.Thereupon ...
OR THE FLOWER OF THE WILDERNESS. Here, on the arid ridge Of dead Vesuvius, Exterminator terrible, That by no other ...
1295So the land had rest! and the cloud of that heart-sore struggle and painRose from her ancient hills, and peace ...
Stump-littered hillocks, desolate and bare,Can anyone believe you once were fair?Where are your former charms? Where did they go?Where is ...
I have killed the moth flying around my night-light; wingless and dead it liesupon the floor.(O who will kill the ...
My mother-- preferring the strange to the tame: Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung, Frog's belly distended with finny young, Leaf-mould ...
When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field, He called to him ...
(Mobile Columns of the Boer War) Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' ...
How blind the toil that burrows like the mole, In winding graveyard pathways underground, For Browning's lineage! What if men ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemums half lying on the grass, yellow and brown ...
Obscurely yet most surely called to praise, As sometimes summer calls us all, I said The hills are heavens full ...
COME earth's little children pit-pat from their burrows on the hill; Hangs within the gloom its weary head the shining ...
In Saginaw, in Saginaw, The wind blows up your feet, When the ladies' guild puts on a feed, There's beans ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Under a sky the color of pea soup she is looking at her work growing away there actively, thickly like ...
'Twas at the disastrous battle of Maiwand, in Afghanistan, Where the Berkshires were massacred to the last man; On the ...
As a boy, Theodore, you sat for long hours On the shore of the turbid Spoon With deep-set eye staring ...
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