Uncle Is’rel (James Ephraim McGirt Poems)
De peopl' call me a conger,Jus' caus' I do som' tricks,An' caus' I got dis lucky black cat bone,Can gather ...
De peopl' call me a conger,Jus' caus' I do som' tricks,An' caus' I got dis lucky black cat bone,Can gather ...
"'He cometh not,' she said."—MARIANAIt will not be to-day and yetI think and dream it will; and letThe slow uncertainty ...
Down 'mid the tangled roots of things That coil about the central fire,I seek for that which giveth wings To stoop, not ...
Man of the flame-eyesAnd mouth with the bitter twist of in-grown laughter,And little bald man . . . whose seeming ...
J's 'bout d'hk I com' hom' ploddin',Tired and ro'sted from de sun.Tho' I wo'k f'om mo'nin' early,Seems m' tas' ez ...
Ah'm sick, doctor-man, Ah'm sick!Gi' me some'n' to he'p me quick, Don't,--Ah'll die!Tried mighty hard fo' to cure mahse'f;Tried all dem ...
Elizabeth it is in vain you say'Love not' - thou sayest it in so sweet a way:In vain those words ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. The Abnegation.ARGUMENT. What's potent Opulencie? What's remiss Voluptuousness? World, what's All This, To That the ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyesBlind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighsDivide my flesh and ...
I live on Canada en Bas — De fines' lan' you see — ...
I had ridden far from the battle, from the red wrack, and the lastLost hope that had clung to hope ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I Around me the images of thirty years: An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by ...
Now ere I slept, my prayer had been that I might see my way To do the will of Christ, ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Sir, Our times are much degenerate from those Which your sweet muse with your fair fortune chose, And as complexions ...
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