The Conscript (Alberta Vickridge Poems)
Then former stars were faint and signs were fled. Dawn flamed and sleepers roused: you saw men's souls ...
Then former stars were faint and signs were fled. Dawn flamed and sleepers roused: you saw men's souls ...
NOT over there do I awaitReward for patience here below,Not over there at Heaven's gateIs all the joy that I ...
Ships — they're all right, said Murphy, "for all you hear folks tell.There some shoves their bows under in a ...
Hard by the gate-way of the East She dips within her market squareWith provender for man and beast, And goods ...
Promotion comes to him who sticksUnto his work and never kicks,Who watches neither clock nor sunTo tell him when his ...
Way up along the mountain side and up on the mesas high.You watch the silent shadows glide as the clowds ...
The heathen's not efficient; He sits down in the sunAnd doesn't care a tuppn'y dump When the day's work's begun.He ...
574My first well Day - since many ill -I asked to go abroad,And take the Sunshine in my hands,And see ...
Once more the changed year's turning wheel returns:And as a girl sails balanced in the wind,And now before and now ...
Great Michelangelo, with age grown bleakAnd uttermost labours, having once o'ersaidAll grievous memories on his long life shed,This worst regret ...
Ever be it sung or said, Unearned bread is stolen bread. Head and hand divide the soil; Head for thought, ...
As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air ...
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side, In valleys green and cool; And all her hope and all her pride Are ...
Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; ...
My first well Day -- since many ill -- I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Each strips his own skin Each bares his own constellation Which has never seen the night Each fills his skin ...
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