Poem (Donald Justice Poems)
This poem is not addressed to you. You may come into it briefly, But no one will find you here, ...
This poem is not addressed to you. You may come into it briefly, But no one will find you here, ...
The dignity of Camperdown Is not to be denied,Where Leura looks upon the town And that lush countrysideAnd comfortable, stout ...
The digger's cultured daughter: Her youth was wildly free.Now by the placid water Of tree-girt WendoureeShe walks, a gracious lady, ...
GALAHADS, Galahads, Percivals, gallop! Bayards, to the saddle! -- the clangorous trumpets, Hoarse with their ecstasy, call to the mellay. ...
FLEET across the grasses Flash the feet of Spring, Piping, as he passes Fleet across the grasses, "Follow, lads and ...
WE have come "the primrose way," Folly, thou and I! Such a glamor and a grace Ever glimmered on thy ...
WITH half-hearted levies of frost that make foray, retire, and refrain -- Ambiguous bugles that blow and that falter to ...
OUT of the soil and the slime, Reeking, they climb, Out of the muck and the mire, Rank, they aspire; ...
It's the dull road that leads to the gay road; The practice that leads to success; The work road that ...
Love is the source of all my griefs, 'tis true, But 'tis the source of all my joys as well; ...
Against the changes of obsequious time, That shifts his seasons as his lord, the sun, Dictates which way his supple ...
I pity him, unhappy gentleman, Whom chance or luckless fortune has conveyed Into companionship with those who trade, Who always ...
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I ...
This poem is not addressed to you. You may come into it briefly, But no one will find you here, ...
Now on the hill The fitful wind is so still That never a wimpling mist uplifts, Nor a trembling leaf ...
I smile o'er the wrinkled blue Lo! the sea is fair, Smooth as the flow of a maiden's hair; And ...
The poet sang of a battle-field Where doughty deeds were done, Where stout blows rang on helm and shield And ...
Comrades, up! Let us row down stream in this first rare dawnlight, While far in the clear north-west the late ...
There's a hush and stillness calm and deep, For the waves have wooed all the winds to sleep In the ...
There is never a wind to sing o'er the sea On its dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee Wealth of ...
When the salt wave laps on the long, dim shore, And frets the reef with its windy sallies, And the ...
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