Home, Sweet Home. (John Dunmore Lang Poems)
Hail! happy England! land of freemen, hail!My heart beats high to see thy shores again!Thy hearts of oak are cased ...
Hail! happy England! land of freemen, hail!My heart beats high to see thy shores again!Thy hearts of oak are cased ...
Across the fields as green as spinach,Cropped as close as Time to Greenwich,Stands a high house; if at all,Spring comes ...
I sit at my machine,Hour long beside me Vera aged nineteen,Babbles her sweet and innocent tale of sex.Her boy, she ...
The green pine-needles shiver glassily,Each cased in ice. Harsh winter, grey and dun,Shuts out the sun.But with live, scarlet fire,Enfolding ...
PreludesI The Lover He meets, by heavenly chance express, ...
Farewell, farewell! Before our prow Leaps in white foam the noisy channel,A tourist's cap is on my brow, My legs ...
My miserable countrymen, whose wont is once a-year To lounge in watering-places, disagreeable and dear; Who on pigmy Cambrian mountains, ...
JUST where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations; Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont ...
In other days a tower 'tis saidFar hence upreared its stately head:And proud Saint Oswald ruined nowPeer'd o'er yon lofty ...
So full am I of anxious thought, Though all the morn king-grass I've sought, To fill my arms I ...
Across the fields as green as spinach,Cropped as close as Time to Greenwich,Stands a high house; if at all,Spring comes ...
Alas, that my heart is a lute,Whereon you have learned to play!For a many years it was mute,Until one summer's ...
SHALL that bright flower the countless ages toiledAnd travailed to bring forth - shall that rare rose,Whose bloom and fragrance ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct. Gull ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
( I ) for 'JC' of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there ...
Good for visiting hospitals or charitable work. Take some time to attend to your health. Surely I will be disquieted ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Written for the "Martha Washington Court Journal". Down cold snow-stretches of our bitter time, When windy shams and the rain-mocking ...
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