King Billy’s Skull. (James Brunton Stephens Poems)
THE scene is the Southern Hemisphere;The time - oh, any time of the yearWill do as well as another; say ...
THE scene is the Southern Hemisphere;The time - oh, any time of the yearWill do as well as another; say ...
1We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.Who in May admire trees floweringAre better than those who perished.We, who ...
(Written in her fifteenth year.)'T was evening - all was calm and silent, saveThe low hoarse dashing of the distant ...
I. 1.Many there be, who, through the vale of life,With velvet pace, unnoticed, softly go,While jarring discord's inharmonious strifeAwakes them ...
A silver Luciferservescocaine in cornucopiaTo some somnambulistsof adolescent thighsdrapedin satirical draperiesPeris in liveryprepareLethefor posthumous parvenuesDelirious Avenueslitwith the chandelier soulsof infusoriafrom ...
Peace, throbbing heart, nor let us shed one tear O'er this late love's unseasonable glow; Sweet as a violet blooming in the ...
You see this Tea, no milk or sugar in it,Like peat-born water's brown translucency,Where deep and still it lingers through ...
This is his path to the windthe last white segment of the earthhe sprung from: and his birthhas come to ...
Brooding on the eightieth letter of Fors Clavigera, I speak this in memory of my grandmother, whose childhood and prime ...
All this was written on the next day's list. On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots, pale but effective, ...
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity. Honor is ...
Is Heaven a Physician? They say that He can heal -- But Medicine Posthumous Is unavailable -- Is Heaven an ...
Holding with shaking hands a letter from some Official - high up he says in the Ministry, I note that ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
Tenuous and Precarious Were my guardians, Precarious and Tenuous, Two Romans. My father was Hazardous, Hazardous Dear old man, Three ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
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