Bacchus [Excerpt] (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
I am the gift of tongues that flameInspired resolve above:I wither the weeds of paltry aimThat choke the growth of ...
I am the gift of tongues that flameInspired resolve above:I wither the weeds of paltry aimThat choke the growth of ...
What is the lure of the South Seas' songThat sings in the hearts of men so long?What are its languorous, ...
'Night. Fog. Tall through the murky gloomThe coloured lights of signals loom,And underneath my boot I feelThe long recumbent lines ...
Yarrawonga by herselfLived too long upon a shelf She a stolid farmer's wife. Far remote from modern strifeDrowsily beside her ...
Waves of the gentle waters of the healing night, Flow over me with silent peace and golden dark, Wash me ...
It is our best and prayerful judgment that they (air attacks) are a necessary part of the surest road to ...
Hooves in the air, and the archOf a scarletstoned throat,And the fatal firepoolOf buildings drugged on sunset:Foreigners expelledFrom the kingdom ...
O! Hernia! My hernia. 'Twas here we parted dearA parting that for four long weeks Held me in sickness here.But ...
The incoherent rushing of the train Dulls like a drugged pain Numbs To an ether throbbing of inaudible drums Unfolds ...
"Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified ...
when the doctor came on a monday he looked at my mother and said there's something seriously wrong here - ...
Man and I are sweethearts He craves me and I long for him, But alas! Between us has appeared A ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
Watchman, what of the night? - Storm and thunder and rain, Lights that waver and wane, Leaving the watchfires unlit. ...
I Said the Watcher by the Way To the young and the unladen, To the boy and to the maiden, ...
The lateral vibrations caress me, They leap and caress me, They work pathetically in my favour, They seek my financial ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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