Sonnets of the Empire:Glori (Archibald Thomas Strong Poems)
Forth sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free, Fearing nor foeman's hate, nor iron clime, Nor Lima's flame, ...
Forth sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free, Fearing nor foeman's hate, nor iron clime, Nor Lima's flame, ...
OUT of one heart the birds and I together,Earth hushed in twilight,Low through the live-oaks hung heavy with silver,Gemmed with ...
Gladstone was still respected,When John Ruskin produced'King's Treasuries'; SwinburneAnd Rossetti still abused.Foetid Buchanan lifted up his voiceWhen that faun's head ...
HE is dead that was alive. How shall friendship understand? Lavish heart and tireless hand Bidden not to give or ...
Meadows with yellow cowslips all aglow,Glory of sunshine on the uplands bare,And faint and far, with sweet elusive flow,The Wood-dove's ...
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
For the sake of him who showed One wise Frog the Jungle-Road, Keep the Law the Man-Pack make For thy ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
The Lord Apollo, who has never died, Still holds alone his immemorial reign, Supreme in an impregnable domain That with ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
Come, for the dusk is our own; let us fare forth together, With a quiet delight in our hearts for ...
There's a gypsy wind across the harvest land, Let us fare forth with it lightly hand in hand; Where cloud ...
When the sun sets over the long blue wave I spring from my couch of rest, And I hurtle and ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
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