In Memoriam. Charles Olives Baylis, M.D. (Hannah S Battersby Poems)
Late Medical Officer of Health for West Kent, and formerly ofBirkenhead_.DIED DECEMBER 12TH, 1884.Broken the silver cord! the harp unstrung!And ...
Late Medical Officer of Health for West Kent, and formerly ofBirkenhead_.DIED DECEMBER 12TH, 1884.Broken the silver cord! the harp unstrung!And ...
Hush! She is dead! Tread gently as the light Foots dim the weary room. Thou shalt behold. Look:--In death's ermine pomp of ...
The palace with revolving doors was mineAnd three of us went up its stepsTo the tall room whose walls were ...
I scarce believe my love to be so pure As I had thought it was, Because it doth endureVicissitude, and season, as ...
In these red labyrinths of LondonI find that I have chosenthe strangest of all callings,save that, in its way, any ...
Bells overbrim with soundAnd spread from cupolasOut through the shaking airEndless unbreaking circlesCool and clear as water.A stone dropped in ...
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
It is a shabby backdrop of bright stars:one of the small interstices of time:the worn out north star northward, and ...
Bells overbrim with soundAnd spread from cupolasOut through the shaking airEndless unbreaking circlesCool and clear as water.A stone dropped in ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
The stones of service gifts of God's love thrown into the waters as seeds on the wind forming concentric circles ...
In the early morning dewlight the stealth of her design the intricate lattice revealed. Ribbons concentric ovals rays, lines radiating ...
Dearest, note how these two are alike: This harpsicord pavane by Purcell And the racer's twelve-speed bike. The machinery of ...
Thank you Ambrose for the kitchen door ajar, a sign your friendship never closed on me, an amity extended from ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged to meet the ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Bells overbrim with sound And spread from cupolas Out through the shaking air Endless unbreaking circles Cool and clear as ...
Central Park: Water Fight, Flight, and Tears June 1 2001, N.Y. C., U.S.A. (1) From the five boroughs of N.Y.C., ...
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