Silences (Edwin John Pratt Poems)
There is no silence upon the earth or under the earth like the silence under the sea;No cries announcing ...
There is no silence upon the earth or under the earth like the silence under the sea;No cries announcing ...
Come for the prizesAll are allotted, Leaving the ranks ofCut flowers and potted, ...
WHEN thou hast spent the lingering day in pleasure and delght, Or after toil and weary way, dost seek to ...
I am Arnaut who nets the breezeand with an ox pursues the hareand swims against the rising seas.' I am ...
Up with the royals that top the white spread of her! Press her and dress her, and drive through the ...
My life has not reached noon, Yet I have grown aweary of the way Pursued but in keeping doubts at ...
"The mill goes toiling slowly around With steady and solemn creak, And my little one hears in the kindly ...
The child world is a wondrous world, For there the flags of hate are furled, And there the imps of ...
WE stood among the boats and nets; We saw the swift clouds fall, We watched the schooners scamper in Before ...
As once I rambled in the woods I chanced to spy amid the brakeA huntsman ride his way beside A ...
They then to fountain-abundant Ida, mother of wild beasts,Came, and they first left ocean to fare ...
To the Heavens above us O look and behold The Planets that love us All harnessed in gold! What chariots, ...
Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, : ...
upon the Unemployed Tom-garlanded with squat and surly steel Tom; then Tom's fallowbootfellow piles pick By him and rips out ...
As once I rambled in the woods I chanced to spy amid the brake A huntsman ride his way beside ...
RORATE coeli desuper! Hevins, distil your balmy schouris! For now is risen the bricht day-ster, Fro the rose Mary, flour ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
It was the Bondi golfing man Drove off from the golf house tee, And he had taken his little daughter ...
Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind, The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky, And ...
What time I paced, at pleasant morn, A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report ...
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