Horses (Dorothy Violet Wellesley Poems)
Newmarket or St. Leger . . .Who, in the garden pony carrying skepsOf grass or fallen leaves, his knees gone ...
Newmarket or St. Leger . . .Who, in the garden pony carrying skepsOf grass or fallen leaves, his knees gone ...
Across the Eastern sky has glowed The flicker of a blood-red dawn, Once more ...
(Song of the American Sons of Labour)The SongO WE knew so well, dear Father,When we answered to your call,And the ...
A catafalque beneath St. Stephen's spire;Tensed mobs, that sob and surge with fearful breath;Wrath of the criminals who paid his ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
Here is fresh matter, poet, Matter for old age meet; Might of the Church and the State, Their mobs put ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
He was my one and only love; My world was mirror for his face. We were as close as hand ...
POLICEMAN in front of a bank 3 A.M. . lonely. Policeman State and Madison . high noon . mobs . ...
Across the Queensland border line The mobs of cattle go; They travel down in sun and shine On dusty stage, ...
Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee; To-day, you see, is Christmas Day, and so it's up ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
It lies beyond the Western Pines Towards the sinking sun, And not a survey mark defines The bounds of "Brumby's ...
That slim creek out of the sky the dried-blood western gum tree is all stir in its high reaches: its ...
I The arts are old, old as the stones From which man carved the sphinx austere. Deep are the days ...
MOVING-PICTURE ACTRESS (After seeing the reel called "Oil and Water.") Beauty has a throne-room In our humorous town, Spoiling its ...
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