The Bull (Ralph Hodgson Poems)
See an old unhappy bull,Sick in soul and body both,Slouching in the undergrowthOf the forest beautiful,Banished from the herd he ...
See an old unhappy bull,Sick in soul and body both,Slouching in the undergrowthOf the forest beautiful,Banished from the herd he ...
GOD-kindled soul, brave general of the hostMade strong by Christ! New Judas Maccabeus,Chief conqueror, giving courage for the fight,Victorious alike ...
Quivering fears, Heart-tearing cares,Anxious sighs, Untimely tears,Fly, fly to Courts,Fly to fond worldling's sports,Where strained Sardonic smiles are glossing still,And ...
Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares,Anxious sighs, untimely tears,Fly, fly to courts,Fly to fond worldling's sports,Where strained sardonic smiles are glossing still,And ...
The stag, too, singled from the herd, where longHe ranged, the branching monarch of the shade,Before the tempest drives. At ...
The eyeless labourer in the night,the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,builds for its resurrection day---silent and swift and deep from ...
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,With a cargo of ivory,And apes and peacocks,Sandalwood, cedarwood, ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,Are they who point our pathway and sustain.They rarely meet; one soars, one ...
What does the mighty engine say, Rolling along Swift and strong,Slow or fast as his driver may,Hour by ...
They are buffeting out in the bitter grey weather,—Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down!—Sea-lark singing to Golden ...
At Waterloo, and up at early dawn. Before the labourers come, those saucy thieves, The larks, a meal have stolen ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
From pleasure of the bed, Dull as a worm, His rod and its butting head Limp as a worm, His ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
I WAITED today for a freight train to pass. Cattle cars with steers butting their horns against the bars, went ...
QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes ...
The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by, Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve, Some froward, some ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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