The Supreme Test (Edwin John Pratt Poems)
Now it was clear to every ShadeThat some great wonder was before them,As Tom upon the palisadeEmptied, as fast as ...
Now it was clear to every ShadeThat some great wonder was before them,As Tom upon the palisadeEmptied, as fast as ...
Arthur is gone . . . Tristram in CareolSleeps, with a broken sword - and Yseult sleepsBeside him, where the ...
When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ...
Fair Youth! who wish the Wars may cease, We own you better form'd for Peace. Nor Pallas you, nor Mars ...
A certain day became a presence to me; there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light: a being. And before ...
When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears; Then was my heart broken, as was my verse: My breast ...
The May-pole is up, Now give me the cup; I'll drink to the garlands around it; But first unto those ...
I. A MASTER of a country school Jump'd up one day from off his stool, Inspired with firm resolve to ...
In my praying, asking that I may serve as a blessing an instrument of his favor Filled with his grace, ...
Though Christ is the greatest gift of all the gifts of God better than our own in ways both big ...
Fair Youth! who wish the Wars may cease, We own you better form'd for Peace. Nor Pallas you, nor Mars ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
As silent as a mirror is believed Realities plunge in silence by . . . I am not ready for ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth ...
FAREWELL! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth ...
Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate, The charter of thy worth ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft, Not for the people's praise; Only because our ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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