The Death of Sisera (Charles Harpur Poems)
When Deborah the prophetess ruled in God's land,And Sisera died under Jael's fierce hand,His mother looked forth at the close ...
When Deborah the prophetess ruled in God's land,And Sisera died under Jael's fierce hand,His mother looked forth at the close ...
Death has taken me out for a swing.At first I didn't drop from the quickstepIn his dance and clogged right ...
O stony grey soil of Monaghan The laugh from my love you thieved; You took the gay child of my ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
I have questioned the loyalty of rivers in winter, their yearnings for oceans obstructed, indecisive meandering clogged by ice floes ...
When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Desks are straining on all fours, flanks Heaving to hurl the hunched riders Down crack and cranny, buck Finger-snapping lids, ...
HOLD it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?) Outside fair costume-within ashes and ...
"Do you like me?" I asked the blue blazer. No answer. Silence bounced out of his books. Silence fell off ...
1/ Had it not been for the traffic jam You'd have thought being elsewhere Most the niceties seemed so foreign ...
At first I thought there was a superfine Persuasion in his face; but the free flow That filled it when ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
"Whether all towns and all who live in them- So long as they be somewhere in this world That we ...
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which ...
Ye landsmen all attend my verse, and I'll tell to ye a tale Concerning the barque "Wm. Paterson" that was ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...
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