To J. W. On His Birth Day. A Dialogue Between Seventy Two and Twenty Seven (Hector MacNeill Poems)
M. Another year to banish gloom, And still my friend retains his bloom!-- Still laughs and jokes, and tells his tale; Eats heartily : ...
M. Another year to banish gloom, And still my friend retains his bloom!-- Still laughs and jokes, and tells his tale; Eats heartily : ...
Our home used to be in a hut in the dear old Camp, with lots of bands and trumpets and ...
Lord John and John Lord were both born on a day, But their fortunes were different quite; Lord John was decked out ...
We knew that land once, You and I,and once we wandered therein the long days now long gone by,a dark ...
Amherst never had a witchO Coos or of GraftonBut once upon a timeThere were three old women.One wore a small ...
you would like to livein the old housewith thick walls and wide windowsillson which you would sit embracing your kneesas ...
I The old grey mother she thrummed on her knee: There is a rose that's ready; And which of the ...
When things are holding wonted paceIn wonted paths, without a traceOr hint of neighbouring wonder,Sometimes, from other realms, a tone,A ...
Do you want to peep into Bedlam Town?Then come with me, when the day swings down,Into the cradle, whose rockers ...
Behind the eyelids the giant in the sky is probably sightless, but that can't be known. Cruciform from full-stretched arms ...
What do the roses do, mother,Now that the summer's done?They lie in the bed that is hung with redAnd dream ...
Amherst never had a witch O Coos or of Grafton But once upon a time There were three old women. ...
A butler asks, will Madam be having her morning coffee alfresco? If you would be so good as to lift ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
We knew that land once, You and I, and once we wandered there in the long days now long gone ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
I have a pack of letters, I have a pack of memories. I could cut out the eyes of both. ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
One shows me how to lie down in a field of clover. Another how to slip my hand under her ...
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
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