Epilogue (A.S.J. Tessimond Poems)
Why can't you say what you mean straight out in prose?Well, say it yourself: then say "It's that, but more,Or ...
Why can't you say what you mean straight out in prose?Well, say it yourself: then say "It's that, but more,Or ...
IN His blest name, who was His own creation, Who from all time makes making his vocation; The name of ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
Epilogue to "A Vision' MIDNIGHT has come, and the great Christ Church Bell And may a lesser bell sound through ...
I MET a Seer, Passing the hues and objects of the world, The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense, ...
"Why can't you say what you mean straight out in prose?" Well, say it yourself: then say "It's that, but ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
1 GREAT are the myths-I too delight in them; Great are Adam and Eve-I too look back and accept them; ...
WHO learns my lesson complete? Boss, journeyman, apprentice-churchman and atheist, The stupid and the wise thinker-parents and offspring-merchant, clerk, porter ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Beneath the shadow of dawn's aërial cope, With eyes enkindled as the sun's own sphere, Hope from the front of ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
eipate toi basilei, xamai pese daidalos aula. ouketi PHoibos exei kaluban, ou mantida daphnen, ou pagan laleousan . apesbeto kai ...
THE PEACE of great doors be for you. Wait at the knobs, at the panel oblongs. Wait for the great ...
The Boastful Crow and the Laughing Jack Were telling tales of the outer back: "I've just been travelling far and ...
Pity the sorrows of the poor blind, For they can but little comfort find; As they walk along the street, ...
Fellow men! why should the lords try to despise And prohibit women from having the benefit of the parliamentary Franchise? ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
Out in the yellow meadows, where the bee Hums by us with the honey of the Spring, And showers of ...
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