Sonnets – Ad Innuptam (Patrick Moloney Poems)
II MAKE not my division of the hours By dials, clocks, or waking birds' acclaim, Nor measure seasons by the reigning flowers, The ...
II MAKE not my division of the hours By dials, clocks, or waking birds' acclaim, Nor measure seasons by the reigning flowers, The ...
URN and sarcophagus erst were with life adorn'd by the heathenFauns are dancing around, while with the Bacchanal troopChequerd circles ...
There are moments when, as missions, God reveals to us strange visions; When, within their separate stations, We may see the Centuries, Like revolving ...
THEY glare-those stony eyes! That in the fierce sun-rays Showered from these burning skies, Through untold centuriesHave kept their sleepless and unwinking gaze. ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
I saw my life as whitest flame light-leaping in a crystal sky, and virgin colour where it came pass'd to ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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