Our Profession (Jared Barhite Poems)
There's an art in our profession, Which cannot be wholly learned From all books in our possession, Though their leaves be deftly turned Till ...
There's an art in our profession, Which cannot be wholly learned From all books in our possession, Though their leaves be deftly turned Till ...
All man's acts,Serious or trivial, all man's thoughts perchancePass not unmarked of angel eye, or God's.We know in daytime there ...
The day is thine, the night also is thine; thou hast prepared thelight and the sun.Thou hast set all the ...
The World sweeps by! It is the end of Time!Nay, not the end, for Time can have no end:A cycle ...
LIST to an Arab parable, whereinThe beauty of the Orient fancy shrinesA star-like truth, the iconoclastic WestIs blind to see, ...
Oh, isn't it nice to be somebody's?-- Somebody's darling and pet,To be shrined in the heart of a dear one, Whose absence ...
I loathe, O Lord, this life below,And all its fading fleeting joys;'Tis a short space that's fill'd with woe,Which all ...
Who gives and hides the giving hand,Nor counts on favor, fame, or praise,Shall find his smallest gift outweighsThe burden of ...
Nel dolce d' una.It happens that the sweet unfathomed sea Of seeming courtesy sometimes doth hide Offence to life and honour. This ...
A ruddy drop of manly bloodThe surging sea outweighs,The world uncertain comes and goes;The lover rooted stays.I fancied he was ...
I have been tried,Tried in the fire,And I say this,As the result of dire distress,And tribulation sore--That a man's happiness ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
The silver horn of the advancing tide Had ploughed its highest furrow in the sand, And was retiring. Noon, with ...
Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father, Ere I lay me down to sleep; ...
The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet's forehead to ...
My Eye is fuller than my vase -- Her Cargo -- is of Dew -- And still -- my Heart ...
A few kind words, what can be bought with that? In essence just a clique of tidy prose, a verb, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the ...
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet's forehead ...
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