The Old Bush School (John O Brien Poems)
'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about ...
'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about ...
The long resounding marble corridors, theshining parlors with shining women inthem.The French room, with its gilt and garlandsunder plump little ...
Leo bends over his desk Gazing at a memorandum While Stuart stands beside him With a smile, saying, "Leo, the order for those desks Came ...
having chosen exile, madness, obliviontheir striped clothes fadedfaces palethey sleep so heavilythe hospital garden is still empty, wind sweepsthe dust, ...
(For Kenneth)CLOSE upon the window-glass pressed our eager faces-Hearts and torches all aflare, frame on frame of laces,Wreathing roses all ...
THE VICAR.WHERE ends our chancel in a vaulted space,Sleep the departed Vicars of the place;Of most, all mention, memory, thought ...
"Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke,Forget the spreading of the hideous town."—The Earthly ParadiseYes, William Morris, it were well ...
There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight fallsWith its swarms of dancing motes across the floor,On the ...
Midsummer noon: and the timbered wallsstart in the heat;and the children sag listlessly over the desks,with bloodless faces oozing sweatsipped ...
You were not born to hide such gifts as yours'Neath dreary law-books, nor amid the dustAnd dry routine of desks ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
The cloakroom pegs are empty now, And locked the classroom door, The hollow desks are lined with dust, And slow ...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; -- The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for ...
In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved ...
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme Glides noiseless as an oar." The ...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I ...
Composed of chalk dust, Pencil shavings and The sharp odour Of stale urine; It meets me now and then Creeping ...
(or 'Huddersfield the Second Poetry Capital of England Re-visited') What was it Janice Simmons said to me as James lay ...
Desks are straining on all fours, flanks Heaving to hurl the hunched riders Down crack and cranny, buck Finger-snapping lids, ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
He made a line on the blackboard, one bold stroke from right to left diagonally downward and stood back to ...
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