Rutland Gate (Laurence Hope Poems)
His back is bent and his lips are blue, Shivering out in the wet:"Here's a florin, my man, for you, Go and ...
His back is bent and his lips are blue, Shivering out in the wet:"Here's a florin, my man, for you, Go and ...
Titanic courage nerved this little frameTo grapple fate. Thin, gnome-like, sadly lame,She steers her cockleshell along its wayWith never promise ...
It is your fault that I cannot find rest,But like a drifting bit of draggled wood,Come near a shore, and ...
1--IIn middle age an evil thingBefell Archduchess Anne:She looked outside her wedding-ringUpon a princely man.IICount Louis was for horse and ...
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
October, and eleven after dark: Both mist and night. Among us in the coach Packed heat on which the windows ...
Hunters are fretting, and hacks in a lather, Sportsmen arriving from left and from right; Bridle-roads bringing them, see how ...
Come, I'll show you a country that none can surpass, For a flyer to cross like a bird on the ...
A gray-roof'd church on a hill, set in the sound of the waves, Hearing them all day long on ...
LAZY and slow, through the snags and trees Move the sluggish currents, half asleep; Around and between the cypress knees, ...
STEADY, insistent, Cruel, unceasing. Inevitably falls the rain ; Squelching the grass. Sodden the tired earth, Draggled the leafless trees ...
Little cramped words scrawling all over the paperLike draggled fly's legs,What can you tell of the flaring moonThrough the ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
O life with the sad seared face, I weary of seeing thee, And thy draggled cloak, and thy hobbling pace, ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
They pass upon their old, tremulous feet, Creeping with little satchels down the street, And they remember, many years ago, ...
(He speaks.) Walking, walking, oh, the joy of walking! Swinging down the tawny lanes with head held high; Striding up ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
Down mildest shores of milk-white sand, By cape and fair Floridian bay, Twixt billowy pines -- a surf asleep on ...
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