Change (John Freeman Poems)
A late and lonely figure stains the snow, Into the thickening darkness dims and dies.Heavily homeward now the last rooks go, And ...
A late and lonely figure stains the snow, Into the thickening darkness dims and dies.Heavily homeward now the last rooks go, And ...
Angelsraped in the defiledTrinitarian churchmaybe Autumn's dawn, her golden reflections,will color your wings.Angels above niches and windowsstill gliding across the ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
(NORTHERN MEXICO, 1640)As you look from the plaza at Leon westYou can see her house, but the view is bestFrom ...
Of Peter's daughter, it is said, men told,While yet she breathed, a tale as sad as life,As sweet as death; ...
I. I honour Nature, holding it unjustTo look with jealousy on her designs;With every passing year more fast she twinesAbout ...
WHILE the skies of this northern NovemberScowl down with a darkening menace,I wonder if you still rememberThat marvellous summer in ...
We can claim without elation or immodest fabricationThat the genius of our nation is embodied in our camps,And futurity's summation ...
The pigeons of the Abbey, the pigeons of Saint Paul's,That woo in windy niches of grey and grimy walls,The pearl-grey ...
This is the song of the many Who seldom are mentioned in praise, The glorious millions of toilers Who splendidly ...
Eternal autumn gilds the trees whereonan ardent twilight lengthens endlessly.In a warm strong wind the leaves whirl on and onwhile ...
All love that has not friendship for its base,Is like a mansion built upon the sand.Though brave its walls as ...
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
shaw had the gift of the crab how he took the straight idea and scuttled with it sideways marking sand ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
Slowly I smoke and hug my knee, The while a witless masquerade Of things that only children see Floats in ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read ...
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