One of the Least of These (Hattie Howard Poems)
'Twas on a day of cold and sleet, A little nomad of the street With tattered garments, shoeless feet, And face with hunger ...
'Twas on a day of cold and sleet, A little nomad of the street With tattered garments, shoeless feet, And face with hunger ...
Had I at Mecca's gate been nourished, Or dwelt on Yemen's glowing sand, Or from my youth in Sinai flourished, A sword were ...
When merry milkmaids to their cattle call At evenfall And voices rangeLoud through the gloam from grange to quiet grange,Wild waif-songs from ...
In the loveless landscape of my solitudeNo movement prevails that calms me, no restThat consoles or dispatches me like a ...
Starved, mangy dogs with mournful, pleading eyes,Descendants of the ones that in a bygoneAge from the steppeland came, and, stung ...
How many years have passedsince I stepped across the thresholdfor the last time?A bridal canopy of turbid smokehas spanned itselfabove ...
Great hearted brother to the wilderness, Comrade of Wind and Sea! InterpreterOf nomad Nature! Ere the quick'ning stir Of Spring-sap thrills the ...
The Dead Sea, and, beyond, the greyish, brokenLine of the hills. Noon. Mealtime. Deft of hand,He bathes his mare, then ...
The song is gone; the danceis secret with the dancers in the earth,the ritual useless, and the tribal storylost in ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwineRapture must render each glance bright and ...
Withered with years and broken by Time's play I still do live, who only seek to lay My harp aside ...
A Threnody for Robert Louis StevensonCOLD, the dull cold! What ails the sun,And takes the heart out of the day?What ...
Made at the ' Cock.' Alfred, headwaiter at the ' Cock ' * Where nowadays I dine, Go fetch me ...
O to be a woman! to be left to pique and pine,When the winds are out and calling to this ...
Take the boat to the bounds of the ocean, Away to the ends of the earth:We've a heritage no one ...
Iusiurandum patri datum usqueathanc diem ita servavi... Hannibal I - Why ride away, Shadow, hands broken on the mail, Sparks ...
Wild and fearful in his cavernHid the naked troglodyte,And the homeless nomad wanderedLaying waste the fertile plain.Menacing with spear and ...
Comes the lure of green things growing,Comes the call of waters flowing -And the wayfarer desireMoves and wakes and would ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwine Rapture must render each glance ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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