The Carver In Stone (John Drinkwater Poems)
He was a man with wide and patient eyes,Grey, like the drift of twitch-fires blown in June,That, without fearing, searched ...
He was a man with wide and patient eyes,Grey, like the drift of twitch-fires blown in June,That, without fearing, searched ...
ITHE CASTLE Down the Savoy valleys sounding, Echoing round this castle old, 'Mid the distant mountain-chalets Hark! what bell for church is toll'd? In the ...
Who can blot out the Cross, which th'instrument Of God, dew'd on me in the Sacrament? Who can deny me ...
The lines grow slack in our hands at full high-water;The midnight rears in the sky; and beneath the boatAnother midnight, ...
Forth to his study the sculptor goesIn a mood of lofty mirth:"Now shall the tongues of my carping foesConfess what ...
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