Vimy. November 11 (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
We shall not forget them; why should pylons raiseMute appeal for reverence, rememb'rance and regret?Spectral cold in early dawn, and ...
We shall not forget them; why should pylons raiseMute appeal for reverence, rememb'rance and regret?Spectral cold in early dawn, and ...
WHAT desires and powers are working in me Strains of long-forgotten ancestry, Loves and hates, I know not, thoughts and ...
Break his spirit, until heWrite for popularity.If he thirst, bid him drinkFloods of sentimental ink;Then, with inspiration spent,Make him Poetry ...
Bells of the Past, whose long-forgotten musicStill fills the wide expanse,Tingeing the sober twilight of the PresentWith color and romance:I ...
I know a land, I, too, Where warm keen incense on the sea-wind blows,And all the winter long the skies ...
If thou wouldst win the rhythmic heart of things, Go sit in solitude beside the shore, Giving thine ...
Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, "Many feet have worn it and the road is old ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found ...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence, (Lulling to sad repose ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own ...
MNEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine, Your vent'rous Afric in her great design. Mneme, immortal pow'r, I trace thy spring: ...
Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To ...
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold. Let it ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
WE are desert leagues apart; Time is misty ages now Since the warmth of heart to heart Chased the shadows ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where ...
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
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