Men (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.Through toil and martyrdom a million ...
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.Through toil and martyrdom a million ...
From church and chapel and dome and tower, Near--far and everywhere,The merry bells chime loud and clear Upon the frosty air.All down ...
Dreary fog and drizzling sleet,And a lamp-lit track of slime;Phantoms dim in the misty street,Vanishing, streaked with grime;Overhead in a ...
Here, where the thoroughfares meet at an angleOf ninety degrees (this angle is right),You may hear the loafers that jest ...
From the window of the chapel softly sounds an organ's note,Through the wintry Sabbath gloaming drifting shreds of music float,And ...
I.When black frosts pluck the acorns down, And in the lane the waters freeze;And 'thwart red skies the wild-fowl flies, And death ...
My window-pane is starred with frost,The world is bitter cold to-night,The moon is cruel, and the windIs like a two-edged ...
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
_A lay sung in the Temple of Minerva Girtanensis_. I Aemilia Girtonensis, By the Nine Muses swore That the ...
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passedOut of the wood and saw the sickle moonFloating in daylight o'er the ...
ALL the world over, I wonder, in lands that I never have trod, Are the people eternally seeking for the ...
Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe, And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died,Looked through ...
The lamp-lit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before, ...
WHEN my life has enough of love, and my spirit enough of mirth,When the ocean no longer beckons me, when ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls And along black streets that glisten ...
A morn, a sallow lamp-lit morn,A dawn that never breaks to day!Old, old the faces, and forlorn;The hearts look out, ...
Along the lamp-lit streets they glide and go:Here Nature in her brutishness is nude:See, thinly trickling from the age-old wound,The ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days, But with the night his little lamp-lit room Was bright with battle ...
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