The Spring In Ireland: 1916 (James Stephens Poems)
IDo not forget my charge I beg of you ;That of what flow'rs you find of fairest hueAnd sweetest odor ...
IDo not forget my charge I beg of you ;That of what flow'rs you find of fairest hueAnd sweetest odor ...
WHENE'ER with pitying eye I viewEach operative sot in town.I smile to think how wondrous fewGet drunk who study at ...
We shan't see Willy any more, Mamie,He won't be coming any more:He came back once and again and again,But he ...
As he trudged along to school,It was always Johnny's ruleTo be looking at the skyAnd the clouds that floated by;But ...
Never go gloomily, man with a mind! Hope is a better companion than fear;Providence, ever benignant and kind, Gives with a smile ...
Who were the twain that trod this trackSo many times togetherHither and back,In spells of certain and uncertain weather?Commonplace in ...
ALAN had preached his sermon--grave, devout, Yet full of lightnings and electric shocks For tender souls who reckoned even doubt ...
ADVIS m'est que j'oy regreterLa belle qui fut h?aulmiere,Soy jeune fille soushaicterEt parler en telle maniere:'Ha! viellesse felonne et fiere,Pourquoi ...
(Lines written after viewing Mr Arthur Dove'sexposition of the "Simultaneousness of the Ambient")I cannot tell you how I love ...
Shun the brush and shun the pen,Shun the ways of clever men,When they prove that black is white,Whey they swear ...
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