Convict Once – Part Second. (James Brunton Stephens Poems)
I.1EVEN as water to him who thirsts wayfaring, dust-dry and burning,After sore heat and long stumbling in courses with never ...
I.1EVEN as water to him who thirsts wayfaring, dust-dry and burning,After sore heat and long stumbling in courses with never ...
On the happy entrace of Iames, our Soveraigne, to His first high Session of Parliament in this his Kingdome, the ...
"The winds whistled loud the bleak caverns among, The nightingale fearfully lower'd her song, The moon in dark vapors retir'd; ...
Of all the winsome damsels, that my eyes have ever seen,There is one, for whom my breast heaves constant sighs:She ...
The years are slowly creeping on Beneath the summer sun; Yet, still in silent love and peace Our lives serenely ...
You praise my self-sacrifice, Spoon River, In rearing Irene and Mary, Orphans of my older sister! And you censure Irene ...
About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the ...
I know but will not tell you, Aunt Irene, why there are soap suds in the whiskey: Uncle Robert had ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
You praise my self-sacrifice, Spoon River, In rearing Irene and Mary, Orphans of my older sister! And you censure Irene ...
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