Witchcraft: New Style (Lascelles Abercrombie Poems)
The sun drew off at last his piercing fires.Over the stale warm air, dull as a pondAnd moveless in the ...
The sun drew off at last his piercing fires.Over the stale warm air, dull as a pondAnd moveless in the ...
How tired I am! I sink down all alone Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo,Even as a child I ...
Here's a vestibule. On holidaysOvercome by slavish fear,The whole population, in a state of awe,Rushes to the sacred doors.Having left ...
I will sing of thee, Great Sea-Mother,Whose white arms gatherThy sons in the ending:And draw them homewardFrom far sad marches—Wild ...
When was your immortal deed set and sealed?Or, could it have been a childish dreamThat came as a sinister messageInto ...
All on a windy morn in lusty March,Rode Godwin hawking thro' his father's woodsAnd singing as he rode: stalwart was ...
Heavily slumbered noonday brightUpon the lone field, glory-dight,A burnished grassy sea:The child, in gorgeous golden hours,Through heaven-descended starry flowers,Went walking ...
Moses, man of God, surveys without pride the Land of Canaan .The Promised Land, where his tomb shall not lie. ...
You would not believe, would youThat I came from good Welsh stock?That I was purer blooded than the white trash ...
Give me a heart, dear heavenly Father,a heart that's free of all self-will,a heart obedient to thy counsel,that gladly thy ...
Dawn in New York hasfour columns of mireand a hurricane of black pigeonssplashing in the putrid waters.Dawn in New York ...
There in the foreign land mired in the mud his convicting moment aware of his sin Knowing what he had ...
My heart free, unbound by the chains I rose, and followed thee Oh how I wish, this was the way ...
God's comfort His abundant healing His presence redeeming bringing us hope, sight to those who are blinded joy to the ...
The visions of our futures when we chart goals for our lives climbing mountains not standing, mired in the mud ...
This week, the culmination the seed prepared, the ground ready the wheat cut, the seed falling buried in the ground ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
You can't put in the ground swell of the organ from the Christiansted, St.Croix, Anglican Church behind the paratrooper's voice: ...
A bonny bird I found today Mired in a melt of tar; Its silky breast was silver-grey, Its wings were ...
You would not believe, would you That I came from good Welsh stock? That I was purer blooded than the ...
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