Never Again (Hugh McCrae Poems)
SHE looked on me with sadder eyes than Death, And, moving through the large, autumnal trees, Failed like a phantom ...
SHE looked on me with sadder eyes than Death, And, moving through the large, autumnal trees, Failed like a phantom ...
My heart sings like a bird to-nightThat flies to its nest in the soft twilight, And sings in its brooding bliss;Ah! ...
Each man is an urn, and the wine within itContaineth his soul. Yea, and he poureth it outFreely, or with ...
A land of lights and shadows intervolved,A land of blazing sun and blackest night,A fortress armed, and guarded jealously,With every ...
Ah, do not be so sweet!For if you only go across the streetThe moment is a year.I hate the careless ...
I Spring found us early that eventful year, Seeming to know in her clairvoyant way The bitterness ...
(_A Dramatic Fantasy_) Dealing with: _Boadicea_, queen of the Britons. _Lamora_, a ...
Once more among our archangelic hillsThe streets of this old, grave, and gracious townThrob with renewing vigor as when SpringRushes ...
CLARICE awoke next morning with the sense That something she had found, and something lost; A little pain she felt, ...
IThe prime of summer is coming, and with it there comes, to-day,A thought of another summer, whose garlands have faded ...
Then to her answered and spake great Hector the waving-crested : " I too grieve for all this, dear love, ...
I've a kiss from a warmer lover Than maiden earth can be:She ...
Nay, why do foolish politicians strive To win a fleeting popularity?In vain, in vain, they jealously contrive To turn the ...
When I was a boy at college, Filling up with classic knowledge, Frequently I wondered why Old Professor Demas ...
THEY lie unwatched, in waste and vacant places,In sombre bush or wind-swept tussock spaces,Where seldom human treadAnd never human trace ...
TAKE it, reader, idly passing, This, like other idle lines; Take it, critic, great at classing Subtle genius and its ...
High headlands all jealously hide thee, O fairest of sea-girdled towns! Thine Ocean-spouse smileth beside thee, While each ...
God made my mother on an April day,From sorrow and the mist along the sea,Lost birds' and wanderers' songs and ...
I PLUCKED the blossoms of delightIn many a wood and many a field,I made a garland fair and brightAs any ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
Here in my office I sit and write Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
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