The Song Of Six Sisters (John Douglas Sutherland Campbell Poems)
At a feast in the east of our central plains,Girt with the sheaths of ...
At a feast in the east of our central plains,Girt with the sheaths of ...
The sun is sinking in the west,Turn back, Kastytis, in a hurry!Your dear old mother finds no rest,She will be ...
WHILE fogs along the Thames' damp margin creep,And cold winds through his leafless willows sweep;And fairy elves, whose summer sport ...
O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pauseTo reckon thee. I ask what causeSet free so much of red from heatsAt ...
Hands! Gentle Hands!When the Field at covert stands,When your four-rear-old is sweating,Foamed and fidgety and frettingAs a stray hound jumps ...
The small blue Arab stallion dances on the hilllike a glancing breaker, like a storm rearing in the sky,In his ...
WAINAMOINEN FINDS THE LOST-WORD.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Did not learn the words of magicIn Tuoni's gloomy regions,In the kingdom of Manala.Thereupon ...
LOUHI STEALS SUN, MOON, AND FIRE.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Touched again his magic harp-strings,Sang in miracles of concord,Filled the north with joy ...
I Within a Temple of the Toes, Where twirled the passionate Wili, I saw full many a market rose, And ...
He was obviously English, in his Harris tweeds and stockings.And his accent was of Oxford, and his swagger and his ...
O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pause To reckon thee. I ask what cause Set free so much of red ...
The forest bitter, spiky, no shore breeze, no foothills, the grass grows matted, death will come with horses' hooves, endlessly ...
The sweet nectar of the juices staining my fingers the plumb blueberries the burgeoning bushes under the netting Alive with ...
A feather blown fleetingly on my screen caught in the netting quickly released with the changing of the breeze flying ...
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell ...
Henry sats in de bar & was odd, off in the glass from the glass, at odds wif de world ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
This night slip, in his honor flipped inside out - of lace- edged netting - is the color of Shaka ...
The strongest creature for his size But least equipped for combat That dwells beneath Australian skies Is Weary Will the ...
Children running into izba, Calling father, dripping sweat: "Daddy, daddy! come -- there is a Deadman caught inside our net." ...
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