The May Term (E W Bowling Poems)
I wish that the May Term were over, That its wearisome pleasures were o'er, And I were reclining in ...
I wish that the May Term were over, That its wearisome pleasures were o'er, And I were reclining in ...
THE Hours passed by, a fleet, confused crowd; With wafture of blown garments bright as fire, Light, light of foot ...
My heritage! It is to live withinThe marts of Pleasure and of Gain, yet beNo willing worshiper at either shrine;To ...
I PASSED a day on Mosel river,-- A day beginning with the sun; It ended not till light was over, ...
"He turned in at the gate and asked a drink;Shabby, but neat of garment. His white hatDrooped over friendly eyes; ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
The intensity rising after the dawning the sky alive moving in staccato the flakes falling moving with the wind the ...
So clear, the message, as he preached what you believe, so you will act What do you believe about Christ, ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
They'll always tell a story those obscure mementos stacked on dusty shelves, demure and silent like the other gaudy tributes ...
Colours in lamplight are previews, scarcely eschewed as wave-length turbulence tuned to closeness and friendship. Colours in firelight are skin-warmed ...
I never had you, nor will I ever have you I suppose. A few words, an approach as in the ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
All or Nothing The final race. the final decision All disgrace or fortune all Either I fall or I stand ...
I Now that we're almost settled in our house I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us Beside a ...
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; ...
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires, ...
You said, that October, In the tall dry grass by the orchard When you chose to be free, "Again someday, ...
I wish that I could understand The moving marvel of my Hand; I watch my fingers turn and twist, The ...
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