Festus – XIII (Philip James Bailey Poems)
In one of earth'sHead cities, awaiting this, the effect unknown,Of evil, not, truly, all--wise, we towerlike rise;With eminent but indifferent ...
In one of earth'sHead cities, awaiting this, the effect unknown,Of evil, not, truly, all--wise, we towerlike rise;With eminent but indifferent ...
I.Here is the skull of a man: a man's thoughts and emotionsHave moved under the thin bone vault like cloudsUnder ...
I had a duck-billed platypus when I was up at Trinity,With whom I soon discovered a remarkable affinity.He used to ...
"He is the freeman whom the Truth makes free;All else are slaves," I cry aloud to thee,O Garibaldi! in the ...
There was an ant, a spinster ant, Whose virtues were so many That she became intolerant Of those who hadn't any: She had a ...
The other day I chanced to meetAn angry man upon the street -A man of wrath, a man of war,A ...
Wanting for their young limbs praise,Their thighs, hips, and saintly breasts,They grow from awkwardness to delight,Their mouths made perfect with ...
The age for damning, dogmatizing creeds, Thanks to the power of Truth, has passed away,For man hath nobler thoughts and higher ...
September: 1643Sweet air and fresh; glades yet unsear'd by handOf Midas-finger'd Autumn, massy-green;Bird-haunted nooks between,Where feathery ferns, a fairy palmglove, ...
Friend!—the Great Ruler, easily content, Needs not the laws it has laborious beenThe task of small professors to invent; A ...
IT is the mellow seasonWhen gold enchantment liesOn stream and road and woodland,To gladden soul's surmise.The little old grey homesteadsAre ...
It was a pure moment an instant never to be found again a four year old's faith caught in my ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his ...
Do not think me gentle because I speak in praise of gentleness, or elegant because I honor the grace that ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
Friend!--the Great Ruler, easily content, Needs not the laws it has laborious been The task of small professors to invent; ...
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