The Streams (John Kenyon Poems)
Two streams there were, two streams from separate founts, Both beautiful to see, and one-most holy; (From Siloa this, and this from ...
Two streams there were, two streams from separate founts, Both beautiful to see, and one-most holy; (From Siloa this, and this from ...
A bachelor gray, was Valentine Brown;He lived in a mansion just out of the town,A mansion spacious and grand;He was ...
THERE is a singing in the summer air,The blue and brown moths flutter o'er the grass,The stubble bird is creaking ...
One man we claim of wrought reknown Which not the North shall care to slur;A Modern lived who sleeps in death, Calm ...
High and dry upon the shingle lies the fisher's boat to-night;From his roof-beam dankly drooping, raying phosphorescent light,Spectral in its ...
The world is covered with cradlesthat sing in the night.Man lives accumulating blocks of stonefor the houses of the future ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
This reverence Lord Buddha kept to all his schoolmasters, Albeit beyond their learning taught; in speech Right ...
Ablaze in its dying the sun sank ever closer to the water's edge fire on the surface of the bay ...
Before my drift-wood fire I sit, And see, with every waif I burn, Old dreams and fancies coloring it, And ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
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