Vive Anarchy (Edwin James Brady Poems)
With the lifting of the curtain, Distance, dim, but grimly certain, Breaks my vision of a city, populous and great, ...
With the lifting of the curtain, Distance, dim, but grimly certain, Breaks my vision of a city, populous and great, ...
I am a boxer, who does not inflict blows on the air,but I hit hard and straight at my own ...
When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ...
Across the sands of Syria,Or possibly Algeria,Or some benighted neighborhood of barrenness and drouth,There came the Prophet Samu-u-elUpon the Only ...
I THINK I want some pies this morning, Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning; So down he threw his slate ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
Now, moving in, cartons on the floor, the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled ...
When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears; Then was my heart broken, as was my verse: My breast ...
discontented, pulled too far our desires, off-kilter estrangement from God our lives out of balance no sense of peace stretched, ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
I bade, because the wick and oil are spent And frozen are the channels of the blood, My discontented heart ...
The Wife The house is like a garden, The children are the flowers, The gardener should come methinks And walk ...
"I think I want some pies this morning," Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning; So down he threw his slate ...
In London City I evade For charming Burlington Arcade - For thee in youth I met a maid By name ...
You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented, Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why Of my old, silly sweetness ...
GOD with a Roll of Honour in His hand Sits welcoming the heroes who have died, While sorrowless angels ranked ...
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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