In Love (Maurice Thompson Poems)
Love is an isthmus that doth linkThis life with that which is to be;On either hand rolls off a sea,To ...
Love is an isthmus that doth linkThis life with that which is to be;On either hand rolls off a sea,To ...
If fancy plumes aerial flight, Go fix thy restless mind On learning's lore and wisdom's might, And live to bless mankind. The sword is ...
KNOW this : that through all time past Love hasbeenSo sweet that none could perish and not liveForthwith again.Ere Persia ...
In his village greyAt foot of the dykes, that encompass himWith weary weaving of curves and linesToward the sea outstretching ...
It floats about, that boat of cypress wood, Now here, now there, as by the current borne. Nor rest ...
Late Midshipman John Travers (Chester), aged 16 years. He was mortally wounded early in the action, yet he remained alone ...
Down crumbling steps I galloped fast;Swart cliffs and gullies on each handEngulfed the night; dry, yellow sand,Far-strewn with wreckage, gaped ...
There are two phrases, you must know, So potent (yet so small)That wheresoe'er a man may go He needs none ...
What is your want, perpetual invalidWhose fist is always beating on my breast'sBone wall, incurable dictator of my houseAnd breaker ...
THROUGH the stench and smoke of pipe andstale cigar -Black coats, black hats, and raucous tones,bleared eyes.Quick, past them - ...
MUTE or loquacious, as chance may require,Shrewdly complacent, quick to equivocate,Bluff, bully, browbeat, brag, conciliate,Cant, sympathise, or jest - both ...
There are two phrases, you must know, So potent (yet so small) That wheresoe'er a man may go He needs ...
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient date ...
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
Colours fade into nameless shades of grey and where the tonsure of bas-relief crudely stands effete, semantic symbolism degrades into ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat: Only an empty pail, a slate rubbed clean, A merciful putting away ...
I SAINTS have adored the lofty soul of you. Poets have whitened at your high renown. We stand among the ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
If external action is effete and rhyme is outmoded, I shall revert to you, Habakkuk, as when in a Bible ...
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