Thoughts on Predestinati (John Byrom Poems)
Pagan - said I - I must retract the word,For the poor Pagans were not so absurd:Their Jupiter, of gods ...
Pagan - said I - I must retract the word,For the poor Pagans were not so absurd:Their Jupiter, of gods ...
Rev. A. Corrasco of Madrid, and Professor C. Pronier of Geneva, members of the Evangelical Alliance, lost with the Vilie ...
She is seated by the riverIn a robe of spotless white,With her lovely face illuminedBy the evening's tender light;But her ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burdenof putting out of mind the biographyof a minor poet of the Southem Hemisphere,to ...
The silence of falling snow surpasses words: a bluebirdflying - chalk islands lost in mist. The summit of Araratfrozen in winds and ...
Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and stonesAnd fenced their gardens with the Redmen's bones;Embarking from the Nether Land ...
I. When Fate its utmost Cruelty had shown, And the Illustrious Charles was now no more, Th' Illustrious Charles, ...
Year after year, as Summer suns come round, Upon the Calais packet am I found: Thence to Geneva hurried by ...
It starts with the picture of my grandfather,machinegunned in his car, Packard De Luxe, 1923.A snapshot with poor composition, slightlyout ...
With a sprig in my beak, I repeatedly seek For a spot where a poor bird may rest,While tumultuous man ...
From stone to bronze, from bronze to steelAlong the road-dust of the sun,Two revolutions of the wheelFrom Java to Geneva ...
A clock stopped — not the mantel's Geneva's farthest skillCan't put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still.An awe ...
That time when Lord CecilInduced Sir Austin to wrestleDelegated rushed up in a feverFrom all over Geneva(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
A Clock stopped -- Not the Mantel's -- Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing -- That just now ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
Whether the clouds had abandoned Geneva that evening no one can say now, but what I remember are roses bruised ...
I saw the sun step like a gentleman Dressed in black and proud as sin. I saw the sun walk ...
There at Geneva where Mt. Blanc floated above The wine-hued lake like a cloud, when a breeze was blown Out ...
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