An Error in Creation (C J Dennis Poems)
There was once a man who made a weird machine,Employing dynamite and kerosene. His subsequent destruction ...
There was once a man who made a weird machine,Employing dynamite and kerosene. His subsequent destruction ...
Some day we're going to wander-you and I,Back, back to pleasant paths we used to know,And welcome once again with ...
You'll not find the name in geography books,It isn't marked on the map,Nor mentioned in atlas or history,Yet you've heard ...
Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,I heard a moder to her dearie singing ...
Well, I don't know. Maybe it's quite all right, And maybe it is I who am perverse,Finding in this unedifying ...
Farewell, sweetheart, and again farewell;To day we part, and who can tellIf we shall e'er againMeet, and with clasped handsRenew ...
There was a time we had the powerTo build with Silent ThoughtThe perfect heaven-reaching tower,As ancient seers have taught.And periods ...
Where the little river gleaming Thro' its shadows green and coolBroadens to the quiet dreaming Of a little shady pool;There ...
(Written on the occasion of the bringing of the body of Admiral JohnPaul Jones to the United States for reburial.) ...
Then farewell, my tridonotuse-built wherry,Oars and coat and badge, farewell!Never more at Chelsea ferryShall your Thomas take a spell.Then farewell, ...
Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap,The sun shone in his hair;And this was how she saw, mayhap,The crown already there.For ...
THE altar-lights burn low, the incense-fumeSickens: O listen, how the priestly prayerRuns as a fenland stream; a dim despairHails through ...
If I had knownTwo years ago how drear this life should be,And crowd upon itself all strangely sad,Mayhap another song ...
Now infant nature, just awaking, lies Warm in the hollow of thy matron lap, O dove-eyed Spring, and doubt might ...
In the eclipses of your soul, and when you cry "O God! give more of rest and less of night," ...
O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped! The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung On wands; the ...
If I should die, to-day, To-morrow, maybe, the world would see Would waken from sleep, and say, "Why here was ...
Black ants have made a musty mound My purple pine tree under, And I am often to be found, Regarding ...
Within a pub that's off the Strand and handy to the bar, With pipe in mouth and mug in hand ...
VI We lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack: Not this, nor that; yet somewhat, certainly. We see the things ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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