A Shower In War-Time (Sydney Thompson Dobell Poems)
Rain, rain, sweet warm rain,On the wood and on the plain!Rain, rain, warm and sweet,Summer wood lush leafy and loud,With ...
Rain, rain, sweet warm rain,On the wood and on the plain!Rain, rain, warm and sweet,Summer wood lush leafy and loud,With ...
Stranger! this lonely glen in ancient timesWas named the glen of blood; nor Christian feetBy night or day, from these ...
Often, when o'er tree and turret,Eve a dying radiance flings,By that ancient pile I lingerKnown familiarly as 'King's.'And the ghosts ...
Art thou a Statist in the vanOf public conflicts trained and bred?--First learn to love one living man;'Then' may'st thou ...
The pride of every grove I chose,The violet sweet and lily fair,The dappled pink and blushing rose,To deck my charming ...
OH ! ye who wander this famed fortress round,Or caverns dark explore in depths profound;Depths, where yon sun has never ...
YES , Love has his changes, but be not too ready,To number his faults or dishonour his sway;Abuse him you ...
BE more concrete, immediate to man!So did he counsel me, the sage; and I,Taking for naught the gentle guidancesOf nature, ...
The noblest name in Allegory's page,The hand that traced inexorable rage;A pleasing moralist whose page refined,Displays the deepest knowledge of ...
GovenorsAN ardent spirit dwells with Christian love,The eagle's vigour in the pitying dove;'Tis not enough that we with sorrow sigh,That ...
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
(A CHEMICAL NARRATIVE)Certain facts which serve to explainThe physical charms of Miss Addie De Laine,Who, as the common reports obtain,Surpassed ...
Often, when o'er tree and turret, Eve a dying radiance flings,By that ancient pile I linger Known familiarly as "King's."And ...
WHY, let is run! who bids it stay? Let us the while be merry; Time there in water creeps away, ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic ...
Oh happy shades--to me unblest! Friendly to peace, but not to me! How ill the scene that offers rest, And ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
To the Priest, on Observing how most Men mistake their own Talents When beasts could speak (the learned say, They ...
I have no brief for gambling, nay The notion I express That money earned 's the only way To pay ...
How did you feel, you libertarians, Who spent your talents rallying noble reasons Around the saloon, as if Liberty Was ...
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