Medley (E J Rupert Atkinson Poems)
He found her where white daisies blewAgainst the wood in drift of spray,And glimpses of the sky upthrewBlood from the ...
He found her where white daisies blewAgainst the wood in drift of spray,And glimpses of the sky upthrewBlood from the ...
Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his ...
IWe have no daily papers To tell of Newport capers, No proud four hundred to look down on ordinary folk;No ...
So, I must believe that I loved you once!These letters say so;And here is your picture—how you have changed!It was ...
The sun was in the summer grass,the Coolibahs* were twisted steel;the stockman paused beneath their shadeand sat upon his heel,and ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
On Fridays he'd open a can of Jax After coming home from the mill, & ask me to write a ...
For the Visitors' Book at the Inn Who long for rest, who look for pleasure Away from counter, court, or ...
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
To glibly say that Joe was sort of odd quite missed the point. Peculiar in many ways and kind of ...
First the Governor, the Father: He suggested velvet curtains looped about a massy pillar; And the corner of a table, ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
I whispered, 'I am too young,' And then, 'I am old enough'; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out ...
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
When you have sailed the seven seas And looped the ends of earth, You'll long at last for slippered ease ...
pink around a circle of pink around a shimmer of found reason pink around a glimmering white shaked around a ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
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