Patient Mercy Jones (James Thomas Fields Poems)
Let us venerate the bonesOf patient Mercy Jones,Who lies underneath these stones.This is her story as once told to meBy ...
Let us venerate the bonesOf patient Mercy Jones,Who lies underneath these stones.This is her story as once told to meBy ...
"I KNOW where I'd getAn ass that would do,If I had the moneyA pound or two."Said a ragged manTo my ...
WELL speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast!Yet all unworthy of its trust thou art,If, with dry eye, and cold, unloving heart,Thou ...
Since I have found the Highest of things and the Depths of themalso, rude am I as a God, cloaked ...
UP a dark and fetid alley, where the offal and the slimeOf a brave and blusterous city met its misery ...
When Father Ranney left the States,In Canada to try the fates,He settled down in Dereham,Then no dairyman lived near him;He ...
No more noisy, loud words from me—-such is my master's will.Henceforth I deal in whispers.The speech of my heart will ...
Round Rajagriha five fair hills arose,Guarding King Bimbas?ra's sylvan town:Baibh?ra green with lemon-grass and palms;Bipulla, at whose foot thin SarsutiSteals ...
In which calm home of happy life and loveLigged our Lord Buddha, knowing not of woe,Nor want, nor pain, nor ...
SEATED in a Moorish garden On the Sahel of Algiers, Wandering breezes brought the burden Of its history in past ...
Onward he passed, Exceeding sorrowful, seeing how men Fear so to die they are afraid to fear, ...
HERE ain't a lavender ditty, Sung by a sweet-scented cove; Here ain't no wine-inspired, witty Story of Honour and Love. ...
The orchardist, with hope aglow,Sets out a crop of fruit to grow And sell it wisely where he can, Like ...
In these days, every mother's son or daughter Writes verse, which no one reads except the writer, ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
You may have heard a dumb-ass claim that Katrina, a hurricane, is to blame for current stress upon our fiscal ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
No more noisy, loud words from me---such is my master's will. Henceforth I deal in whispers. The speech of my ...
He gave a picture exhibition, Hiring a little empty shop. Above its window: FREE ADMISSION Cajoled the passers-by to stop; ...
The bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot, There's five-and-thirty shearers here a-shearing for the loot, So ...
No state is enviable. To the luck alone Of some few favoured men I would put claim. I bleed, but ...
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