Dean Stanley (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
DEAD! dead! in sooth his marbled brow is cold,And prostrate lies that brave, majestic head;True! his stilled features own death's ...
DEAD! dead! in sooth his marbled brow is cold,And prostrate lies that brave, majestic head;True! his stilled features own death's ...
When all is done, and my last word is said, And ye who loved me murmur, "He is dead," Let no one ...
I wish you'd seen that dirty little boy,Finger at nose,Peeking and ginking at some girls in rowsSeated on the high ...
As those who eat a Luscious Fruit, sunbaked, Full of sweet juice, with zest, until they findIt finished, and their appetite ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
Between the green bud and the redYouth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feasts Excited the spleen of the Birds and the Beasts: For their mirth ...
1.THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all;Thou know'st our evens, our morns, our red and gray;How moons, ...
The typical tidal range, or difference in sea level between high and low tides, in the open ocean is about ...
AUTUMN to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we ...
Chuff! Chuff! Chuff! With a rumble and a rattle, Waking every echo on the old bush road;Waking, too, the wonder ...
I look at the swaling sunset And wish I could go also Through the red doors beyond the ...
"I SHALL go out when the light comes in- There lie my cast-off form and face; I shall pass ...
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
Sea waves are green and wet, But up from where they die, Rise others vaster yet, And those are brown ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
Who is this that sits by the way, by the wild wayside, In a rent stained raiment, the robe of ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
Nurse, won't you let him in? He's barkin' an' scratchen' the door, Makin' so dreffel a din I jest can't ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
I look at the swaling sunset And wish I could go also Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar. ...
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