The Dark Horse (C J Dennis Poems)
Do you know this mysterious, serious Watt --Who sits at the game with the cards in his sleeve; Watching and ...
Do you know this mysterious, serious Watt --Who sits at the game with the cards in his sleeve; Watching and ...
We may sigh o'er the heavy burdens Of the black, the brown and white; But if we all clasped hands ...
CONQUERORS leonine, lordly, Princes and vaunting kings, Ye are drunk with the sound of your braggart trumps -- But lo! ...
WHO nearer Nature's life would truly come Must nearest come to him of whom I speak; He all kinds knew,-the ...
When the night's coming and the last light fallsA weak child among lost shadows on the floor,It is your listening: ...
A stationary sense... as, I suppose, I shall have, till my single body grows Inaccurate, tired; Then I shall start ...
The world has many seas, Mediterranean, Atlantic, but here is the shore of the one ocean. And here the heavy ...
The prosperous and beautiful To me seem not to wear The yoke of conscience masterful, Which galls me everywhere. I ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
-and not simply by the fact that this shading of forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam, the gloom of ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
I I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. ...
1 RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I ...
O MATER! O fils! O brood continental! O flowers of the prairies! O space boundless! O hum of mighty products! ...
POET. O A NEW song, a free song, Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer, By the wind's ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
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