The King’s Evil (John Boyle O Reilly Poems)
They brought them up from their huts in the fens, The woeful sufferers gaunt and grim;They flocked from the city's noisome ...
They brought them up from their huts in the fens, The woeful sufferers gaunt and grim;They flocked from the city's noisome ...
See the gloomy gath'ring cloudHanging o'er a sinful land!Sure the Lord proclaims aloud,Times of trouble are at hand:Happy they, who ...
MaY is a pious fraud of the almanac.A ghastly parody of real SpringShaped out of snow and breathed with eastern ...
Nurse not your grief, nor make obsequious moan When I have shed this flesh I love so well, Nor slowly toll the ...
I THINK, ofttimes, that lives of men may beLikened to wandering winds that come and go,Not knowing whence they rise, ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
I. THOU who stealest fire, From ...
Hearken my chant, 'tisAs a Bacchante's,A grape-spurt, a vine-splash, a tossed tress, flown vaunt 'tis!Suffer my singing,Gipsy of Seasons, ere ...
So when the verdure of his life was shed, With all the grace of ripened manlihead, And on his locks, ...
WELCOME, thou gray and fragrant Sabbath-day,To deathless love and valor dedicate!Glorious with the richest flowers of May,With early roses, lingering ...
Is it parting with the roundnessOf the smoothly moulded cheek?Is it losing from the dimplesHalf the flashing joy they speak?Is ...
Go, while the summer suns are bright,Take at large thy wandering flight,Go, and load thy tiny feetWith every rich and ...
THERE came strange days of idlesse, when she said:"I will recall my rose-days overblown,The glad, bright sweetness, now forever flown,That ...
Softly the water ripples Against the canoe's curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide. Softly ...
Prayer for deliverance answered. Isa. 26:12,20,21. In thine own ways, O God of love, We wait the visits of thy ...
Praise for protection, grace, and truth. My God, in whom are all the springs Of boundless love, and grace unknown, ...
So when the verdure of his life was shed, With all the grace of ripened manlihead, And on his locks, ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth's noonward height To feel the always coming on The ...
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