A Ballad of Freedom (C J Dennis Poems)
Now Mr. Jeremiah BaneHe owned a warehouse in The Lane,An edifice of goodly size,Where, with keen private enterprise, He sold ...
Now Mr. Jeremiah BaneHe owned a warehouse in The Lane,An edifice of goodly size,Where, with keen private enterprise, He sold ...
But a scant 2000 folk, no more, Sitting solemn-faced within the pews,While the parsons preach and outward pour, In divers ...
I saw him stand, a Polar man, Cold anger in his frigid eye,Facing it wild, unruly clan Who poised their ...
Now, I always have preserved a certain attitude Quite definite in reference to Work --('Tis futility concealingThat I have the ...
i heard a spiderand a fly arguingwait said the flydo not eat mei serve a great purposein the worldyou will ...
The winds that blow about the world (Said Old George Jones)See here all hope to ruin hurled,See there triumphant flags ...
Far away is one who now is sleepingIn the same world and the same darkness,But not in my keeping.Oh no, ...
Upon a snowy bed I lie, Too placid to complain,And watch the mad world rushing by Beyond my window-pane,The traffic ...
So carefullyThe eye glances along the sights,The instinctive mind calculates familiar data;Ease forward, control and fall.A white blur of faceStorms ...
Death trysted me while youth was dewy still;She offered Glory for my passion's fee;By poisoned waters and on steel-swept hill,Death ...
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and ...
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
some dogs who sleep ay night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in ...
I asked a silver sage With race nigh run: 'Tell me in old of age Your wisdom won?' Said he: ...
As nothingness draws near How I can see Inexorably clear My vanity. My sum of worthiness Always so small, Dwindles ...
Dusting my books I spent a busy day: Not ancient toes, time-hallowed and unread, but modern volumes, classics in their ...
"No, Mary, there was nothing-not a word. Nothing, and always nothing. Go again Yourself, and he may listen-or at least ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
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