Nightmare (E J Rupert Atkinson Poems)
Down crumbling steps I galloped fast;Swart cliffs and gullies on each handEngulfed the night; dry, yellow sand,Far-strewn with wreckage, gaped ...
Down crumbling steps I galloped fast;Swart cliffs and gullies on each handEngulfed the night; dry, yellow sand,Far-strewn with wreckage, gaped ...
Good morrow, my lord! in the sky aloneSang the lark as the sun ascended his throne."Shine on me, my lord: ...
My brother, man, shapes him a planAnd builds him a house in a day,But I have toiled through a million ...
Saw you the youth, with the face like the morning,Refilling the glass, that foamed white as the sea?Heard you the ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand,With wave upon slowly shattering wave,Turned to the city of towers ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand,With wave upon slowly shattering wave,Turned to the city of towers ...
THE BITTERNESS of death and bitterer scorn Breathes from the broad-leafed aloe-plant whence thou Wast fain to gather ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
(EDWARD VII.) 1910 Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear? ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
ITS edges foamed with amethyst and rose, Withers once more the old blue flower of day: There where the ether ...
WE turned back mad from the mystic mountains, All foamed with red and with elfin gold: Up from the heart ...
(ALCAICS) Confused, he found her lavishing feminine Gold upon clay, and found her inscrutable; And yet she smiled. Why, then, ...
Sleep softly ... eagle forgotten ... under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
Joust First. I. Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies, And the knights still hurried amain To the tournament ...
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