Monodies (Charles Harpur Poems)
I.I stand in thought beside my father's grave:The grave of one who, in his old age, diedToo late perhaps, since ...
I.I stand in thought beside my father's grave:The grave of one who, in his old age, diedToo late perhaps, since ...
Only a few short years ago, there satA youth on one of old Rome's seven hills,Beneath a ruined temple, and ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when ...
THEN the baleful fiend its fire belched out,and bright homes burned. The blaze stood highall landsfolk frighting. No living thingwould ...
Terence, this is stupid stuff! You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
Before her mirror in a pouting mood, Afraid to weep lest anger should revoke The picture there, she did impatient ...
There was once a man who made a weird machine,Employing dynamite and kerosene. His subsequent destruction ...
It was a summer evening; Old Kaspar was at home, Sitting before his cottage door— Like in the Southey pome— ...
"When, heaving on the stormy waters,I felt my ship beneath to sink,I prayed, ""Oh, Father Satan, save me,Forgive me at ...
Had we not met, the brooding woe And all the griefs that greater grow, Might not have been, and ...
Who am I to condemn you, O Dives,I who am as much embitteredWith povertyAs you are with useless riches?(Ezra Pound)
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
'TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
When have I last looked on The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies Of the dark leopards of ...
The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song After great ...
I I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. ...
There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through ...
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea, And the silence of the city when it ...
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