Aforetime (Thomas Sturge Moore Poems)
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,At work I muse to you aloud;Thought on my anvil softens, glows,And I forget our ...
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,At work I muse to you aloud;Thought on my anvil softens, glows,And I forget our ...
1.I went out into the night of quiet stars;I looked up at the wheeling heavens, at the mysterious firmament;I thought ...
Where the lone creek, chafing nightly in the cold and sad moonshine,Beats beneath the twisted fern-roots and the drenched and ...
Our guns are a league behind us, our target a mile below,And there's never a cloud to blind us from ...
The Eastern day was well-nigh o'er When, parched with thirst and travel sore, Two of McPherson's flanking corps Across the ...
We were not many-we who stood Before the iron sleet that day; Yet many a gallant spirit would Give ...
We're through, we're through, we're through, we're through, we're through and - flanking, now, the edges of our schism - ...
(November, 1863) A kindling impulse seized the host Inspired by heaven's elastic air; Their hearts outran their General's plan, Though ...
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