Pretence. Part II – The Library (John Kenyon Poems)
ARGUMENT. REFUGE IN A LIBRARY. CONVERSE WITH BOOKS.-POLEMICAL WRITERS.-POETS- BOOKS READ OVER AGAIN. THE WORLDLY CONTINUALLY TAKES PLACE OF THE ...
ARGUMENT. REFUGE IN A LIBRARY. CONVERSE WITH BOOKS.-POLEMICAL WRITERS.-POETS- BOOKS READ OVER AGAIN. THE WORLDLY CONTINUALLY TAKES PLACE OF THE ...
The pigeons, following the faint warm light,Stayed at last on the roof till warmth was gone,Then in the mist that's ...
OUR ears had grown familiar with"Mr. Money" and "Mr. Smith"When, in the war's first anxious hour,Bellona, thy transmuting power,That we ...
Heaven's cup held down to me I drain,The sunshine mounts and spurs my brain;Bathing in grass, with thirsty eyeI suck ...
This day, dear Bec, is thy nativity;Had Fate a luckier one, she'd give it ye.She chose a thread of greatest ...
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with fullhands;How could I answer the child?. . . ...
<i>I.--The Hindu Ascetic.</i>Here as I sit by the Jumna bank,Watching the flow of the sacred stream,Pass me the legions, rank ...
Suddenly into the still air burst thuddingAnd thudding and cold fear possessed me all,On the gray slopes there, where Winter ...
From far-off it came nearDeep-charactered and clear,Until I saw the features close to mineAnd the eyes unhappy shine.It was Sorrow's ...
Not yet! I thought this time 'twas done at last, the workings perfected, the life in it; and there's the ...
A fortnight before Christmas Gypsies were everywhere:Vans were drawn up on wastes, women trailed to the fair.'My gentleman,' said one, ...
The fairy beam upon you, The stars to glister on you; A moon of light ...
I closed and drew for my love's sake That now is false to me, And I slew the Reiver of ...
The fairy beam upon you, The stars to glister on you; A moon of light In the noon of night, ...
The star-filled seas are smooth tonight From France to England strown; Black towers above Portland light The felon-quarried stone. On ...
Oh how fitting, a lectionary story caught in the summer months, hot and harsh for ripe summer fruit ripening even ...
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen Shuts. And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet. The sun still shines ...
How should the world be luckier if this house, Where passion and precision have been one Time out of mind, ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
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