England (John Russell Hayes Poems)
(To C. and M.)The day is fair, the breeze is free, The ship has crossed the bar,And you are fleeting o'er ...
(To C. and M.)The day is fair, the breeze is free, The ship has crossed the bar,And you are fleeting o'er ...
Moonlight and death were on the Narrow Seasmoonlight and death and sleep were on the land:blindfold the lamps of home, ...
'This 'is' a poem! This 'is' a copy of verses!'YOUR mandate I got,You may all go to pot;Had your senses been ...
England, farewell! — not lightly, nor gladly, Now, at the last, do I bid thee farewell!Hope may be smiling, but Memory ...
IN a Devonshire lane, as I trotted along,T'other day, much in want of a subject for song,Thinks I to myself, ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
Occasioned by my Child's being unfortunately burnt todeath, at Plymouth Dock, in Devonshire. MY child--my child--my Emma's dead! What ...
Wearily stretches the sand to the surge, and the surge to the cloudland;Wearily onward I ride, watching the water alone.Not ...
The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand:Its storms roll up the sky:The nations sleep starving on heaps ...
It was Earl Haldan's daughter,She looked across the sea;She looked across the water;And long and loud laughed she:'The locks of ...
Ah tyrant Love, Megaera's serpents bearing,Why thus requite my sighs with venom'd smart?Ah ruthless dove, the vulture's talons wearing,Why flesh ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
More discontents I never had Since I was born, than here; Where I have been, and still am, sad, In ...
AY, 'twas here, on this spot, In that summer of yore, Atalanta did not Vote my presence a bore, Nor ...
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen Shuts. And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet. The sun still shines ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
CLOSE in a woodbine's tangled shade, The BLOOMING GOD asleep was laid; ...
In a little town in Devonshire, in the mellow September moonlight, A gentleman passing along a street saw a pitiful ...
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