Midnight-September 19, 1881 (John Boyle O Reilly Poems)
DEATH OF PRESIDENT GARFIELD.ONCE in a lifetime, we may see the veilTremble and lift, that hides symbolic things;The Spirit's vision, ...
DEATH OF PRESIDENT GARFIELD.ONCE in a lifetime, we may see the veilTremble and lift, that hides symbolic things;The Spirit's vision, ...
Last night a sword-light in the skyFlashed a swift terror on the dark.In that sharp light the fields did lieNaked ...
SWEET Mary, I have never breathedThe love it were in vain to name;Though round my heart a serpent wreathed,I smiled, ...
OR THE FLOWER OF THE WILDERNESS. Here, on the arid ridge Of dead Vesuvius, Exterminator terrible, That by no other ...
It was n't kid stakes. I 'ad no crook lurk To act deceivin', or to treat 'er mean.I'm old enough ...
To SAROJINI NAIDU A YOUTH OF SHEBA. THE QUEEN OF SHEBA. THE HERALD. ...
IBless the Lord, O my soul!O Lord, my God!Very great hast Thou been.Splendour and majestyThou hast put on as a ...
(SUNG AT THE CELEBRATION OF THE I. O. O. F.)The night cometh swiftly, the thick clouds are drifting Around the ...
SO YOU 'RE sobbin' in the night time, an' you 're sighin' through the day, An' your heart is ever ...
The conies had their hiding-place, The wily fox with stealthy tread A covert found, but Christ, the Lord, Had not ...
They shall see Him in his beauty,And walk with Him in white.To living founts their feet shall tend,And Christ shall ...
When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field, He called to him ...
Some say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand Attests to a deed of hell; But of else than ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
My mother's maids, when they did sew and spin, They sang sometime a song of the field mouse, That, for ...
MY mother's maids, when they did sew and spin, They sang sometime a song of the field mouse, That for ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
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