London Siren (Alan Pryce-Jones Poems)
I sat at a high window till sleep despaired of meAnd all the anger in this small roomShook me for ...
I sat at a high window till sleep despaired of meAnd all the anger in this small roomShook me for ...
I Apollo! Apollo! Apollo!II Where hast thou, Apollo, gone? I have wandered on and on, Through the shaggy Dorian gorges, ...
O beautiful bright world! for ever young, And now with Wisdom grafted on thy Spring, Why do they slander thee ...
From Rome's palaces and villas Gaily issued forth a throng; From her humbler habitations Moved a human tide along. Haughty ...
The Muse said, Let us sing a little songWherein no hint of wrong,No echo of the great world need, or ...
A child was born in sin and shame,Wronged by his very birth,Without a home, without a name,One over in the ...
Written Just Before Leaving EnglandTHERE are bright mountains in the happy West;The sun's last rays upon their summits rest;Above their ...
Semichorus.Oh Tyrant Love! hast thou possestThe prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast?Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim,And Arts but soften us ...
In the desert of life I found thee,In the wide, wide desert of life alone! The wilderness ...
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment." And ...
For a few moments on the side of the house the main thing I was doing wasn't painting, not even ...
Uninvited, unwelcome, too soon winter came in in through the open front door as I sat reading on the couch ...
Maybe those who believe A piece of your soul Is stolen with each photograph taken Are right Reflecting back over ...
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
Bees may be trusted, always, to discover the best, nay, the only human, solution. Let me cite an instance; an ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
All ye tourists who wish to be away From the crowded city for a brief holiday; The town of Nairn ...
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