The Funeral of Time (Henry Beck Hirst Poems)
LO! through a shadowy valley March with measured step and tread A long array of Phantoms wan And pallid as ...
LO! through a shadowy valley March with measured step and tread A long array of Phantoms wan And pallid as ...
An old man in Concord forgets to go to morning service. He falls asleep, while reading Vergil, and dreams that ...
Written on Board the Medway, in the South Seas, in Very StormyWeather."WHERE is the God whom I adore?"Abram of old ...
Though Jericho pleasantly stood,And looked like a promising soil;The harvest produced little food,To answer the husbandman's toil.The water some property ...
(Written in her fifteenth year.)Am I in fairy land? or tell me, pray,To what love-lighted bower I've found my way?Sure ...
SONNET. I am unskill'd in speech: my tongue is slowThe graceful courtesies of life to pay;To deck kind meanings up in ...
NOW, while the rear-guard of the flying year,Rugged December on the season's vergeMarshals his pale days to the mournful dirgeOf ...
On Tampa's hights gray rose the battlements:A summer's day had gone out in the west;The conflagration in the elementsWas ended, ...
Awake, my muse, ye goodly sights among,The land of Boone and Kenton claims my song.Thro' other scenes our lovers take ...
The Lady Lorraine was sweet and fair; The Lady Lorraine was young; She had wonderful eyes and glorious hair, And ...
"DISGUISE upon disguise, and then disguise, Equivocations at the rose's heart, Life's surest pay a poet's forgeries, The gossamer gold ...
Napoleon made his Marshals out of mud,And Cromwell's Ironsides were mostly tanner,But nowadays our officers have blood,And lots of cash, ...
And this little badge became the wedgeWhich broke their galling chain. And lifted the gloomy shadowsThat overspread my life,And flooding ...
Too frail to soar — a feeble thing — It fell to earth with fluttering wing; But God, who watches ...
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
I. The corn has turned from grey to red, Since first my spirit wandered forth From the drear cities of ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under ...
The artichoke of delicate heart erect in its battle-dress, builds its minimal cupola; keeps stark in its scallop of scales. ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
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