Sonnet II (Bernard Waters Poems)
WOULD that my love for thee were not so deep And full of life, my heart not wholly thine, Then ...
WOULD that my love for thee were not so deep And full of life, my heart not wholly thine, Then ...
Friend, you have wealth and power,Men go and come at your call,Yours are the whims of the hour-What have you ...
A child's a plaything for an hour; Its pretty tricks we tryFor that or for a longer space; Then tire, ...
423The Months have ends-the Years-a knot-No Power can untieTo stretch a little furtherA Skein of Misery-The Earth lays back these ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
(For A. K. K.) What distant mountains thrill and glow Beneath our Lady Folly's tread? Why has she left us, ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
i i shall die yearning a hand reaching out to a face that isn't there a face seeking a hand ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
O garden isle, beloved by Sun and Sea, -- Whose bluest billows kiss thy curving bays, Whose amorous light enfolds ...
The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot -- No Power can untie To stretch a little further ...
Bliss is the plaything of the child -- The secret of the man The sacred stealth of Boy and Girl ...
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
(With apologies to the singer of the "Song of the Banjo".) I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone; ...
(Bergen)SEVEN days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas. I was a plaything, a rat's neck ...
Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children-Jane, Sylvester, and Young George- Were eyes and ears; for there was only ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
I was a cottage maiden Hardened by sun and air Contented with my cottage mates, Not mindful I was fair. ...
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