Convict Once – Part Second. (James Brunton Stephens Poems)
I.1EVEN as water to him who thirsts wayfaring, dust-dry and burning,After sore heat and long stumbling in courses with never ...
I.1EVEN as water to him who thirsts wayfaring, dust-dry and burning,After sore heat and long stumbling in courses with never ...
How mournfully this burial-groundSleeps 'mid old Ocean's solemn sound,Who rolls his bright and sunny wavesAll round these deaf and silent ...
Mother of Him we call the Christ, No halo round thy brows we paint,-Incense and prayer we offer not, Nor mind to ...
The first to climb the parapetWith the "cricket balls" in either hand;The first to vanish in the smokeOf God-forsaken No ...
There stands in th' leafless GhettoOne spare-leaved, ancient tree;Above the Ghetto noisesIt moans eternally.In wonderment it muses,And murmurs with a ...
I am standing in the cemetery at Byrds, Texas.What did Judy say? 'God-forsaken is beautiful, too.'A very old man who ...
"The fierceness of man shall turn to Thy praise."HAIL, thoughtful wanderer, to these halls of Art,Here, let her bright conceptions ...
and he cried with a loud voice: Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees - Revelation They ...
Who will say the world is dying?Who will say our prime is past?Sparks from Heaven, within us lying,Flash, and will ...
The earth grows moldy in fog.The evening is as oppressive as lead.Electric sparks crackle and whimper all around,Breaking everything in ...
I am standing in the cemetery at Byrds, Texas. What did Judy say? "God-forsaken is beautiful, too." A very old ...
I What shall I do with this absurdity - O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that ...
Seeing the snowman standing all alone In dusk and cold is more than he can bear. The small boy weeps ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
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