Hist! (C J Dennis Poems)
Hist! . . . . . . Hark!The night is very dark,And we've to go a mile or soAcross the ...
Hist! . . . . . . Hark!The night is very dark,And we've to go a mile or soAcross the ...
I've done my share of shearing sheep,Of droving and all that;And bogged a bullock team as well,On a Murrumbidgee flat.I've ...
And what was the big room he walked in? The big room he walked in, Over the smooth floor, Under ...
Stumps, and harsh rocks, and prostrate trunks all charred, And gnarled roots naked to the sun and rain,— They seem ...
My skies were blue, and my sun was bright, And, with fingers tender and strong and light, He woke up ...
When I looked into your eyes, I saw a garden With peonies, and tinkling pagodas, And round-arched bridges Over still ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
And reports the derelict Mary Pollock still at sea. SHIPPING NEWS. I was the staunchest of our fleet Till the ...
Utter incongruity jarred my drive to the coffeehouse My eye pulled to the cluster of prom dresses, dapper Dan's, bright ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
In going from room to room in the dark, I reached out blindly to save my face, But neglected, however ...
I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there -- I held my spirit to ...
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You're in the clear. 'Nobody' (Mark says you said) 'is ever found out.' I figure ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
(To Mrs. Edward MacDowell) No sound of any storm that shakes Old island walls with older seas Comes here where ...
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