Honeymooning (John O Brien Poems)
To the rooms where I am dining in the glaring city's dayCome the happy honeymooners from the country far away,Two ...
To the rooms where I am dining in the glaring city's dayCome the happy honeymooners from the country far away,Two ...
ISpeak of you, sir? You bet he did. Ben Fields was far too soundTo go back on a fellow just ...
Here in the silent doorway let me linger One moment, for the porch is still and lonely;That shadow's but the rose ...
THE CRESCENT MOON and clock tower are fair above the wallAcross the smothered lanes of 'Loo, the stifled vice and ...
Behold the deed is done. Here endeth allThat bound my grief to its ancestral ways.I have passed out, as from ...
Love me--and I will give into your handsThe rare, enamelled jewels of my lands,Flowers red and blue,Tender with air and ...
THE friends that are, and friends that were,What shallow waves divide!I miss the form for many a yearStill seated at ...
All night funereal darkness pall'd the earth; The worn--out soldiers slumbered heavily: The anxious chiefs themselves, in grave--like sleep, Till ...
Fra Paolo, since they say the end is near,And you of all men have the gentlest eyes,Most like our father ...
The voice of childhood blessed me-and methought It sounded like a solemn echo caught Out of that world ...
AH! why will Mem'ry with officious careThe long lost visions of my days renew? Why paint the vernal landscape green ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
THESE, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers, (For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and ...
EARTH! my likeness! Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there, I now suspect that is not all; I ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he ...
(AMSTERDAM, 1645) And there you are again, now as you are. Observe yourself as you discern yourself In your discredited ...
Since you remember Nimmo, and arrive At such a false and florid and far drawn Confusion of odd nonsense, I ...
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must, and sleep I will,-and would ...
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
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