Festus – II (Philip James Bailey Poems)
From heaven, soul--like, to earth. It is sundown. MarkThe heart's state, empty and collapsed, the world'sVain pleasures leave us in, ...
From heaven, soul--like, to earth. It is sundown. MarkThe heart's state, empty and collapsed, the world'sVain pleasures leave us in, ...
I don't much s'pose, hows'ever I should plen it,I could git boosted into th' House or Sennit,--Nut while the twolegged ...
WINTER _We, whom God sets a task, Striving, who ne'er attain, We are the curst!--who ask Death, and still ask in vain. We, whom God ...
Let the bier move onward.—Let no tear be shed.The midnight watch is ended: The grim old year is dead.His life ...
By the hut, left by people and heaven,Where the fence's black remnants are steeping, The ragged beggar and black old ...
So maudlin, with pity and pathos I stoodIf someone who erred got the lashes;If hanged, I'd weep over the ashes.With ...
MY child, the Duck-billed PlatypusA sad example sets for us:From him we learn how IndecisionOf character provokes Derision.This vacillating Thing, ...
Lose the day loitering,'twill be the same storyTo-morrow, and the next more dilatory,For indecision brings its own delays,And days are ...
On Tampa's hights gray rose the battlements:A summer's day had gone out in the west;The conflagration in the elementsWas ended, ...
In bloom gemm'd depths, where Sylvan branches meetAbove dim paths, that thread a still retreat;Where light on tip-toe shy, steals ...
When the Stabber's speech had ended,And his presents all were gathered,And his pipe the chiefs had all smoked,Four young chiefs ...
The month was June, the day was hot,And Philip had an orange got,The fruit was fragrant, tempting, bright,Refreshing to the ...
I gazed at the azure-hued mantle of heaven, The measureless depths of ethereal space;I gazed at the clouds, so invisibly ...
When the night's coming and the last light fallsA weak child among lost shadows on the floor,It is your listening: ...
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies! Thou whose ...
The call, the words coming like a fountain living waters of Your love flowing, raining pouring down on me calling ...
When he, who is the unforgiven, Beheld her first, he found her fair: No promise ever dreamt in heaven Could ...
My friends all know that I am shy, But the chipmunk is twice and shy and I. He moves with ...
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