A Song Of Lamentation (Ethel Clifford Poems)
I WROTE a song for Corydon, All tears and lamentation,With plaint that Chloe, pretty rogue, Had wrought his desperation. ...
I WROTE a song for Corydon, All tears and lamentation,With plaint that Chloe, pretty rogue, Had wrought his desperation. ...
Should our future turn out otherwise, Than we with our young eyes today expect, If we must bear our heavy ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand ...
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay And could ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
it takes a lot of desperation dissatisfaction and disillusion to write a few good poems. it's not for everybody either ...
--New Orleans, November 1910 Four weeks have passed since I left, and still I must write to you of no ...
Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling Bodies to unite in one blest whole-- Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic ...
Worms finer for fishing you couldn't be wishing; I delved them dismayed from the velvety sod; The rich loam upturning ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
"Whether all towns and all who live in them- So long as they be somewhere in this world That we ...
"No, Mary, there was nothing-not a word. Nothing, and always nothing. Go again Yourself, and he may listen-or at least ...
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold, Enough to make one's blood run cold; Concerning four fishermen cast ...
It's akin to visiting my foster mother, today, That I am returning to you, mother city, after twenty years, I ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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