The City Streets (John Boyle O Reilly Poems)
A CITY of Palaces! Yes, that's true: a city of palaces built for trade;Look down this street-what a splendid view ...
A CITY of Palaces! Yes, that's true: a city of palaces built for trade;Look down this street-what a splendid view ...
Down by the Sutlej shore,Where sound the trumpet and the wild tum-tum,At winter's eve did comeA gaunt old northern lion, ...
A Prize PoemThe star of Bethlehem rose, and truth and lightBurst on the nations that reposed in night,And chased the ...
The old men in the olden days,Who thought and worked in simple ways,Believed in God and sought His praise.They looked ...
Even in such a scene of senseless playThe children were surprised one summer-dayBy a strange man who called across the ...
I see him come from far,And, sick with hopelessness,Invoke some kindly star,—I see him come, no less.Is there no sure ...
Since we must sleep the endless Sleep at last,Since Life's grim juggernaut 'neath ruthless wheelsCrushes the heart; since Age like ...
Cold craft and avarice look from out his eyes,His face with evil passion marred and seamed,Looks frowningly upon a Christian ...
The night had sunk along the city, It was a bleak and cheerless hour;The wild-winds sung their solemn ditty ...
Caleb went, as was his custom, On a quiet Sunday morn,To the house of prayer and worship, Thither by devotion ...
Weep for the martyr! Strew his bierWith the last roses of the year;Shadow the land with sables; knellThe harsh-tongued, melancholy ...
Now a sad farewell to the cable-tram, Staunch friend of the quieter days,That glided down thro' a leisured town Ere ...
WHAT shall we ask? A Father hears,Who weighs our blessings, counts our tears,And when for bread we pray,We leave it ...
I"There was war in Heaven" (Rev. xii. 7)Surely 'twas hell, not heaven, where first was war, Where first infernal ...
THE world's heart is kindless and grey and unholy, As the head of the wandering Jew,And can never be ...
It is dangerous for a woman to defy the gods;To taunt them with the tongue's thin tip,Or strut in the ...
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The ...
'and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence' -- George Eliot, Middlemarch Dead ...
No soft-skinned Durham steers are they, No Devons plump and red, But brindled, black and iron-grey That mark the mountain-bred; ...
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