Sonnets of the Empire (Archibald Thomas Strong Poems)
Gloriana's EnglandFORTH sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free,Fearing nor foeman's hate, nor iron clime,Nor Lima's flame, nor Plata's fever-slime,So ...
Gloriana's EnglandFORTH sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free,Fearing nor foeman's hate, nor iron clime,Nor Lima's flame, nor Plata's fever-slime,So ...
NOT since proud Marlowe poured his potent songThrough fadeless meadows to a marvellous main,Has England hearkened to so sweet a ...
After my night job, I sat in classand ate, every thirteen minutes,an orange peanut-butter cracker.Bright grease adorned my notes.At noon ...
WHILE we keep our Poet's Tercentennial,Every school and city with its emulousAntic or solemnity, what tremulousLaughter on the air! O ...
Forth sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free,Fearing nor foeman's hate, nor iron clime,Nor Lima's flame, nor Plata's fever-slime,So they ...
The spell of Shakespeare fills the heart With earthly music loud and low; But Marlowe drives the clouds apart, And through their thundering ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While ...
What is sound, as standing for the world and the mind of man at any time, and in ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;While I confess thy ...
When Leonardo was a lad there was a certain setWho snubbed him most outrageously - in fact, they snub him ...
My desk is cleared of the litter of ages; Before me glitter the fair white pages; My fountain pen is ...
At four o'clock in late OctoberI sat alone in the country school-houseBack from the road 'mid stricken fields,And an eddy ...
Forth sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free, Fearing nor foeman's hate, nor iron clime, Nor Lima's flame, ...
THE DUSK of day's decline was hard on dark When evening trembled round thy glowworm lamp That shone ...
With eastern banners flaunting in the breeze Royal processions, sounding fife and gong And showering jewels on the jostling throng, ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Greene, garlanded with February's few flowers Ere March came in with Marlowe's rapturous rage; Peele, from whose hand the sweet ...
I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west, Fulfilled of watery ...
At four o'clock in late October I sat alone in the country school-house Back from the road 'mid stricken fields, ...
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