Mr. MacCall at Cleveland Hall (James B.V. Thomson Poems)
Mr. MacCall at Cleveland Hall,Sunday evening-date to fix-Fifteenth April, sixty-six,Speech reported and redactedBy a fellow much distracted.IWho lectures? No mere ...
Mr. MacCall at Cleveland Hall,Sunday evening-date to fix-Fifteenth April, sixty-six,Speech reported and redactedBy a fellow much distracted.IWho lectures? No mere ...
Imperceptively the world became haunted by her white dress.Walking in forest or garden, he would start to see,Her flying form; ...
On the warm Sunday afternoonsAnd every evening in the Spring and SummerWhen the night hurries the late home-cornerAnd the air ...
The station is empty and desolate;A sick lamp wanly glows;Slowly puffs a goods engine,Slow yet alive with great energy;Drawing rumbling ...
In these green fields, in this green spring,In this green world of burning sweetThat drives its sour from everythingAnd burns ...
There is snow on the ground, And the valleys are cold,And a midnight profoundBlackly squats o'er the wold;But a light on ...
Roving, roving, as it seems,Una lights my clouded dreams;Still for journeys she is dressed;We wander far by east and west.In ...
The redbird is the core of fire at the heart of by still living;And his little lady is the soft ...
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers,The city of a thousand gates,Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,Over ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers,The city of a thousand gates,Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,Over ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Over the top! The wire's thin here, unbarbedPlain rusty coils, not staked, and low enough:Full of old tins, though - ...
All through the night and in the next day's lightThe endless columns came. Here was Defeat.The men marched doggedly, and ...
FULL oft through some enchanted land I tread, Wherein can live no hatred, pain, or fear, Where all the heavens ...
THE sky is dim and silent; lost are mirth, Colour, and motion; e'en the winds are dumb, Save for a ...
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
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