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 ...
BIANCA!-fair Bianca!-who could dwellWith safety on her dark and hazel gaze,Nor find there lurk'd in it a witching spell,Fatal to ...
LADY Flora gave cards for a party at tea,To flowers, buds, and blossoms of every degree;So from town and from ...
I asked of my Muse, had she any objection To laughing with me,--not a word for reply!You see, it is Sfere, ...
I'VE been watchin' of 'em parson,An' I'm sorry fur to say'At my mind is not contentedWith the loose an' keerless ...
All the night through I drankSleep like water or cool cider;Life flowed over and I sankDown below the night of ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
I'm growin' auld, an' no' sae yauld, Nor yet sae gleg as I ha'e been;But whiles, when I am a' ...
In a sailormen's restaurant Rotherhithe way,Where the din of the docksides is loud all the day,And the breezes come bringing ...
(Ezekiel 37:24. David my Servant shall be their King)Dull, dull indeed! What, shall it e'er be thus? And why? Are ...
HERE, aloof, I take my stand -Alien, iconoclast -Poet of a newer land,Confident, aggressive, lonely,Product of the present only,Thinking nothing ...
A gleaming glassy ocean, Under a sky of gray; A tide that dreams of motion, ...
Over me lifts the peat-reek That parts and drifts and veers, And the wind's uneasy moaning Is loud ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
I called to the summer sun, "Come over the hills to-day! Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run, And ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
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