Ships In Harbour (David Morton Poems)
I have not known a quieter thing than ships,Nor any dreamers steeped in dream as these,For all that they have ...
I have not known a quieter thing than ships,Nor any dreamers steeped in dream as these,For all that they have ...
Through the window to trouble me,The dazzed moth comes.It's wings, I see,Are brown, with black spots along the rims.The moth ...
Dark accurate plunger down the successive knellOf arch on arch, where ogives burst a redReverberance of hail upon the deadThunder ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
"Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun, Are the quietest places Under the sun." In valleys of springs and rivers, By ...
Wherever we work, let the Lord be glorified in our daily lives, in the office, the factory, in the home, ...
I remember those last few moments as your breathing slowed, no longer labored she on the side of your bed, ...
Air a bit cooler, a bit clearer brighter blue in the sky more defined clouds, white shadows longer Full oak ...
The war got a little closer to home as the concerns were lifted before the congregation in the stilled sanctuary ...
There's something quieter than sleep Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast -- And will not ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the ...
How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void ...
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood, Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the ...
I Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate On that adulterous whore a ...
My locks are shorn for sorrow Of love which may not be; Tomorrow and tomorrow Are plotting cruelty. The winter ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
1 The brightly-painted horse Had a boy's face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string To ...
It isn't the body That's a stranger. It's someone else. We poke the same Ugly mug At the world. When ...
There are places where the eye can starve, But not here. Here, for example, is The Piazza Navona, & here ...
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone, I feel I am alone. I check'd him while he ...
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