The City Streets (John Boyle O Reilly Poems)
A CITY of Palaces! Yes, that's true: a city of palaces built for trade;Look down this street-what a splendid view ...
A CITY of Palaces! Yes, that's true: a city of palaces built for trade;Look down this street-what a splendid view ...
A walk in the city by day ;— When rural simplicity stopsTo wonder at all that is glittering gay Heap'd in the ...
Only the commonest flowers Grow in my garden small,Like buttercups, and bouncing-bets, And hollyhocks by the wall,And sunflowers nodding their stately heads, Like ...
LIFE comes to us only by glimpses;We see it not yet as a whole,For the vapor, the cloud, and the ...
Ah, poor youth! in pitiful truth,Thy pride must feel a fall, poor youth!What thou shalt be well have I seen,--Thou ...
YES, heaven has come down to meet us;It hangs in our atmosphere;Its beautiful open secretIs whispered in every ear.And everywhere, ...
GEORGE FULLERHaunted of Beauty, like the marvellous youthWho sang Saint Agnes' Eve! How passing fairHer shapes took color in thy ...
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
Felicity! Who ope'st to none that knocks, yet, laughing weak, ...
299Your Riches - taught me - Poverty.Myself - a MillionaireIn little Wealths, as Girls could boastTill broad as Buenos Ayre ...
Life's all getting and giving, I've only myself to give. What shall I do for a living? I've only one ...
Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty. Myself -- a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could boast Till broad ...
To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well. You look ...
Although I can see him still. The freckled man who goes To a grey place on a hill In grey ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
The birches are mad with green points the wood's edge is burning with their green, burning, seething-No, no, no. The ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
THERE was a child went forth every day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became; And ...
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