Aforetime (Thomas Sturge Moore Poems)
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,At work I muse to you aloud;Thought on my anvil softens, glows,And I forget our ...
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,At work I muse to you aloud;Thought on my anvil softens, glows,And I forget our ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes?We are not of one mind. Are not like birdsin unison migrating. ...
'Twas the hour of four by Quarterman's clock Of a July day in the afternoon,- Four of the clock, not ...
In sixteen hundred and forty-one,The regular yearly galleon,Laden with odorous gums and spice,India cottons and India rice,And the richest silks ...
Who are the heroes we hail to-day,And circle their brows with wreaths of bay?Is it the warrior back again,To be ...
HER sails are furled and her anchor's down. The lamps are lighted in Melbourne town; I'll spend my money on ...
She'd carried coal on her last voyage,So she was thick wi' fleas;An' there was cockroaches in every crevice,An' them small ...
Dismal day, with the weather inclement.Inconsolably rivulets runDown the porch in front of the doorway;Through my wide-open windows they come.But ...
"H.M. Submarine -- is now much overdue, and must be considered lost.""I take off my ...
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loudAt dawn, a fortnight overdue,Jostling the doors, and tearing throughMy bedroom to rejoin the cloud,I ...
Twelve hundred million men are spread About this Earth, and I and You Wonder, when You and I are dead, ...
To Simon Jenner NO ARMITAGE (I'd like to see his rage) NO DUHIG (one dig long overdue) NO GREENLAW (M ...
Folk ask if I'm alive, Most think I'm not; Yet gaily I contrive To till my plot. The world its ...
Since much has been your mirth And fair your fate, Friend, leave your lot of earth Less desolate. With frailing ...
Of bosom friends I've had but seven, Despite my years are ripe; I hope they're now enjoying Heaven, Although they're ...
Said Brown: 'I can't afford to die For I have bought annuity, And every day of living I Have money ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes? We are not of one mind. Are not like birds in ...
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to ...
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