The Bush (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
China's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, Was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding, Till ...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I ...
_HARCOMBE NEAR LYME_September: 1878 Before me with one happy heave Of golden green the hillside curves, ...
September: 1643Sweet air and fresh; glades yet unsear'd by handOf Midas-finger'd Autumn, massy-green;Bird-haunted nooks between,Where feathery ferns, a fairy palmglove, ...
DER SHENERAL SHERMAN holts oop on his coorse, He shtops at de gross-road und reins in his horse. "Dere's a ...
Here when the cloudless April days begin,And the quaint crows flock thicker day by day,Filling the forests with a pleasant ...
In the field the farm-folk call, One and ...
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden ...
WERE there no crowns on earth, No evergreen to weave a hero's wreath, That he must pass beyond the gates ...
Down the road which asters tangle, Thro' the gap where green-briar twines, By the path where dry leaves ...
Last night, I dreamed of Nippon.... I saw a cloud of whiteDrifting before the sunset On seas of opal light.Beyond ...
If you would please me when I've passed away Let not your grief embitter you. Be brave; ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
Snow fell in the night. At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish mounded softness where the Honda was. Cat fed ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
A sunset's mounded cloud; A diamond evening-star; Sad blue hills afar; Love in his shroud. Scarcely a tear to shed; ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
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