Granta Victrix (E W Bowling Poems)
Let penny-a-liners columns pour Of turgid efflorescence, Describe in language that would floor Our Cayleys, Rouths, and Besants, ...
Let penny-a-liners columns pour Of turgid efflorescence, Describe in language that would floor Our Cayleys, Rouths, and Besants, ...
Tell me a story, father please,And then I sat upon his knees.Then answer'd he,-"what speech make known,Or tell the words ...
As I enter the theatre the play is going on. I hear the father say to the son on stage, ...
You say you once lov'd me, and lov'd me to madness, But ah! are you sure that you felt ...
To the Spirit of her Lover, Which, in the phrenzy occasioned by his loss, sheimagined to pursue continually her footsteps. ...
The evening shadows fall upon the graveOn which I sit; it is no common heap,-Below its turf are laid the ...
AFTER all is said and done, After all the work and fun, After all the sighing's over And the laughter ...
AD PYRRHAMHorace: Book I, Ode 5._"Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa"_What lady-like youth in his wild aberrations Is putting ...
O a fat turkey gobbler once sat on a limb And he sighed at the wind, and the ...
Offended by a Book of the Writer's NOW that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe, Never to press thy cosy cushions ...
"Little child of my five senses and of my tenderness." Let us cradle our loves, We will have good children. ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
God bless Henry. He lived like a rat, with a thatch of hair on his head in the beginning. Henry ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
I wanted the gold, and I sought it, I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy ...
When the golden day is done, Through the closing portal, Child and garden, Flower and sun, Vanish all things mortal. ...
"Be calm? And was I frantic? You'll have me laughing soon. I'm calm as this Atlantic, And quiet as the ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
Gray whale Now that we are sinding you to The End That great god Tell him That we who follow ...
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