My Ode And Three Sonnets (As First Published On The Coronation Of Queen Victoria, June 28, 1838) (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
I.All joy to thee, my country, and my pride!Be the glad muse my patriot lay to guide; Suggest the thought, and ...
I.All joy to thee, my country, and my pride!Be the glad muse my patriot lay to guide; Suggest the thought, and ...
BEHOLD, the harvest is at hand;And thick on the encircling hillsThe sheaves like an encampment stand,Making a martial fairy-landThat half ...
I offer you my forests and my street-criesWith hands of double-patience under the clock,The antiseptic arguments and liesUttered before the ...
She sleeps; he sings to her. The day was long,And, tired out with too much happiness,She fain would have him ...
LAUGHTER and Silence for a sword and shield!O aching heart, what war is this you wage ?What part have you ...
What was thy dream, sweet Morning? for, behold,Thine eyes are heavy with the balm of night,And, as reluctant lilies to ...
A yellow-breasted birdheraldic on his rockdevised himself to give backdue light to an afternoon.Who from his posing tookstrength, as from ...
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
Did I ever tell you, my dears, the wayThat the birds of Cisseter--"Cisseter!" eh?Well "Ciren-cester"--one OUGHT to say,From "Castra," or ...
SHEPHERD Not the blue-fountained Florida hotel, Bell-capped, bellevued, straight-jacketed and decked With chromium palms and a fromage of moon, Not ...
The face of the precipice is black with lovers;The sun above them is a bag of nails; the spring'sFirst rivers ...
Written near the sea. THEE! lucid arbiter 'twixt day and night,The seaman greets, as on the ocean streamReflected, thy precursive ...
When Shakespeare came to London He met no shouting throngs; He carried in his knapsack A scroll of quiet songs. ...
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
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