The Brave Days To Be. (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
I looked far in the future; down the dimEcholess avenue of silent years,And through the cold grey haze of Time ...
I looked far in the future; down the dimEcholess avenue of silent years,And through the cold grey haze of Time ...
So from the ground we felt that virtue branch Through all our veins till we were whole, our wrists As ...
Our baker, Mr Brackenby, toiler in the night,Was a lean, tall, glum man whose face was very white;A brooding man ...
Still I've the picture of him -- Flash Phil Galloway; In a shining dog-cart driving down the road;Spanking ponies dashing ...
Wonder I must, what I once may see Over the lofty mountains!Eyes shall meet only snow, may be;Standing here, each ...
A Phantasy.God took a fit of Paradise-wind, A slip of coerule weather,A thought as simple as Himself, And ravelled them ...
To go or not to go, that is the question:Whether it pays best to suffer pesteringBy idle ...
I have robbed the garrulous streets,Thieved a fair girl from their blight,I have stolen her for a sacrificeThat I shall ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
I Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate On that adulterous whore a ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
God, what a joy it is to plant a tree, And from the sallow earth to watch it rise, Lifting ...
She dwelt on the hillside by edge of a maize-field, near the spring that flows in laughing rills through the ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
(Time Night. Scene the woods.) Where shall I turn me? whither shall I bend My weary way? thus worn with ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea I met a sacred elephant, snow-white. Upon his back a huge ...
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors The winking signal on the waste of sea. Indoors the sound ...
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