On The Danger Of War (George Meredith Poems)
Avert, High Wisdom, never vainly wooed,This threat of War, that shows a land brain-sick.When nations gain the pitch where rhetoricSeems ...
Avert, High Wisdom, never vainly wooed,This threat of War, that shows a land brain-sick.When nations gain the pitch where rhetoricSeems ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, On a spur among the mountains stood `The Bullock-drivers' ...
The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea, An' the pens broke up on the ...
We're foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin' over Africa -- Foot--foot--foot--foot--sloggin' over Africa -- (Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!) There's no discharge in the war! ...
As other men, so I myself do muse Why in this sort I wrest invention so, And why these giddy ...
Now thou hast loved me one whole day, Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
A shallow lake, with many waterbirds, especially egrets: I was showing Mother around, An extraordinary vivid dream of Betty & ...
Though nurtured like the sailing moon In beauty's murderous brood, She walked awhile and blushed awhile And on my pathway ...
Sang old Tom the lunatic That sleeps under the canopy: 'What change has put my thoughts astray And eyes that ...
I'm in a strange mood tonight. I aim for the moon and laugh as the elastic snaps behind me, collapsing ...
Epilogue to "A Vision' MIDNIGHT has come, and the great Christ Church Bell And may a lesser bell sound through ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
It brings to mind Swift leaving a fortune to Dublin 'For the founding of a lunatic asylum - no place ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his ...
My age, my beast, is there anyone Who can peer into your eyes And with his own blood fuse Two ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked, And I was tarred and feathered, For publishing this on the ...
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