The Anarchist. (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,The darkness shudders slowly into light;And from the weary bosom of the nightThe ...
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,The darkness shudders slowly into light;And from the weary bosom of the nightThe ...
Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne. So many words, so much paper, who can stand it. I told ...
Now as the twilight's doubtful intervalCloses with night's accomplished certainty,A wizard wind goes crying eerily,And on the wold misshapen shadows ...
A son was born to a poor peasant. A foul old woman stepped insideThe hut, with trembling bony fingers Clawing ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
Artist, fashion! talk not long! Be a breath thine only song! THE DROPS OF NECTAR. WHEN Minerva, to give pleasure ...
I fit the bill one of the imperfect people the lumps of clay on the potter's wheel Broken, chipped misshapen ...
Misshapen jars flawed and broken humble beyond imagination here on the earth Yet the earthen vessels the misshapen jars emptied ...
I am a misshapen stone gathered from the world not fitting in its course cast from the field Gathered together ...
All the whole world living in this place, in sin like a broken pot upon the wheel misshapen, deformed needing ...
Placed in clay pots, misshapen, chipped, flawed God's love, his grace, his gifts placed within clay jars, treasure Transforming us, ...
Odd and misshapen living stones, joined together building the foundation, the walls, of Your temple, Your holy church We are ...
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
I KNEW them both upon Miranda's isle, Which is of youth a sea-bound seigniory: Misshapen Caliban, so seeming vile, And ...
His awful skin stretched out by some tradesman is like my skin, here between my fingers, a kind of webbing, ...
"What knight or what vassal will be so bold As to plunge in the gulf below? See! I hurl in ...
WHAT domination of what darkness dies this hour, And through what new, rejoicing, winged, ethereal power O'erthrown, the cells opened, ...
Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne. So many words, so much paper, who can stand it. I told ...
'The trouble with snowmen,' Said my father one year 'They are no sooner made than they just disappear. I'll build ...
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