A Lyric Of The Dawn (Edwin Markham Poems)
Alone I list In the leafy tryst; Silent the woodlands in their starry sleep- Silent the phantom wood in ...
Alone I list In the leafy tryst; Silent the woodlands in their starry sleep- Silent the phantom wood in ...
IOn her great venture, Man,Earth gazes while her fingers dint the breastWhich is his well of strength, his home of ...
The Survival Of The Gods1 TwilightThe gods of Nature abdicateWhen man intrudes too far:The Dryad leaves her woodland state,And ...
I.Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.Heroic who came out; for round them hungA wavering phantom's red volcano ...
Bing, Bim, Bang, Bome!Sang the Bell to himself in his house at home,High in the church-tower, lone and unseen,In a ...
"As I cross'd the desert wild, Not a star amid the gloom, Loud and harsh the tempest howl'd, Driving vapours ...
Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet, Still with an iron handRules house and home. Like a peevish gnome He barks each curt ...
Dark, dark, lay the drifters, against the red west, As they shot their long meshes of steel overside; And the ...
DOWN in its crystal hollow Gleams the ebon well of ink: In the deepest drop lies lurking The thought all ...
1895 I the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt. I was ...
These numbered cliffs and gnarls of masonry Outskeleton Time's central city, Rome; Whereof each arch, entablature, and dome Lies bare ...
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb -- Or Dome of Worm -- Or Porch of Gnome -- Or some ...
A Spider sewed at Night Without a Light Upon an Arc of White. If Ruff it was of Dame Or ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Treacherous as trap door spiders, they ambush children's innocence. "Why is there g h in light? It isn't fair!" Buddha ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
Oh, the charm of idle dreaming Where the dappled shadows dance, All the leafy aisles are teeming With the lure ...
Drink to her who long Hath waked the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never ...
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