Unknown Country (Harold Monro Poems)
Here, in this other world, they come and go With easy dream-like movements to and fro. They stare through lovely eyes, yet ...
Here, in this other world, they come and go With easy dream-like movements to and fro. They stare through lovely eyes, yet ...
HOW does the water come down at Lodore?Here it comes sparkling,And there it lies darkling;Here smoking and frothing,Its tumult and ...
A wretch, in smoaky Dublin pent,Who rarely sees the Firmament,You graciously invite, to viewThe Sun's enliv'ning Rays with you;To change ...
Where's the steward?-Bar-room steward? Berth? Oh, any berth will do-I have left a three-pound billet just to come along with ...
Blooming, brooding, balmy May,Tell me what to sing or sayTo thy praise. I muse in vain—Sonnet, song, and rhyming strainBabble ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
PreludesI The Rose of the World Lo, when the Lord made North and ...
Subtly conscious, all awake,Let us clear our eyes, and breakThrough the cloudy chrysalis,See the wonder as it is.Down a narrow ...
BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping bannersFrom the flaming battlements of sunsetHung suspended; and within his whareHipe, last of ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
CANTATA.This is Denmark's holyday; Dance, ye maidens! Sing, ye men! Tune, ye harpers! Blush, ye heroes!This is Denmark's holyday.ONE VOICE.In ...
Over that morn hung heaviness, until,Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beatingA melancholy staccato on dead metal;Saw the ...
Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go To see the dazzling splendors of a ...
O swift forerunners, rosy with the race!Spirits of dawn, divinely manifestBehind your blushing banners in the sky,Daring invaders of Night's ...
A BLISTERED span of blazing sand, A burning arch of sky . . . Despair and Death on either hand ...
1Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents,Why were you so sad on porches, whispering?What great melancholies were loosed among ...
ON the long slow heave of a lazy sea,To the flap of an idle sail,The Nancy's Pride went out on ...
A brazen Pot, by scouring vext, With Beef and Pudding still perplext,Resolv'd t' attempt a nobler Life,Urging the Jugg to ...
(Written on the Queensland Beach)Poisonous, bloated, crab-like shapesCrawl in gangs around these capes-Stopping here and feeding there;Listening, crawling everywhere;Searching every ...
1 Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents, Why were you so sad on porches, whispering? What great melancholies ...
I drink my fill of foamy ale I sing a song, I tell a tale, I play the fiddle; My ...
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