The Orphic Legacy (Maurice Thompson Poems)
When steadily blew the wind from shores of Thrace,And stirred the vines of Lesbos, loaded downWith racy fruit all round ...
When steadily blew the wind from shores of Thrace,And stirred the vines of Lesbos, loaded downWith racy fruit all round ...
He lived beyond men, and so stoodAdmitted to the brotherhoodOf beauty:—dreams, with which he trodCompanioned like some sylvan god.And oft ...
Thrice welcome from the Land of FlowersAnd golden-fruited orange bowersTo this sweet, green-turfed June of ours!To her who, in our ...
"PA vows that all gluttony's wicked;He's always for docking my meat,And ne'er at dessert will he give meEnough of what's ...
When ice is thawed and snow is gone,And racy sweetness floods the trees;When snow-birds from the hedge have flown,And on ...
IWhere hints of racy sap and gumOut of the old dark forest come;Where birds their beaks like hammers wield,And pith ...
If I were a poet, my sweetest songShould have the bouquet of scuppernong,With a racy smack in every lineFrom the ...
Spirit that moves the sap in spring,When lusty male birds fight and sing,Inform my words, and make my linesAs sweet ...
When germs were quickening in the mould,And sap was rich and leaves were young,Deep in the fragrant wood a lute,As ...
In dusky groves, where cheerily all day long,Mocking the nut-hatch and the cardinal,The trim drab cat-bird trolls its fitful song,I ...
Never say aught in verse, or grave or gay,That you in prose would hesitate to say.Never in rhyme pretend to ...
Of The Jackson Hall Debating Society, December 5, 1877My muse inspire me, while I tellThe weighty matters that befellOn Monday ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv,And there befell the episode I now perpose to ...
Whene'er I drink of Friezland ale,Drawn from an old brown bottle;I feel as if a summer mornWas running down my ...
As to a northern people (whom the sun Uses just as the Romish church has done Her prophane laity, and ...
CEASE to call him sad and sober, Merriest of months, October! Patron of the bursting bins, Reveler in wayside inns, ...
NOW the joys of the road are chiefly these: A crimson touch on the hard-wood trees;A vagrant's morning wide and ...
In deep dejection, but with affection,I often think of those pleasant times,In the days of Fraser, ere I touched a ...
The talk of young Australia, upon each settler's station,Is the evil of this mighty rush, the Chinese emigration;Ships from Canton, ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
Immortal Robert Burns of Ayr, There's but few poets can with you compare; Some of your poems and songs are ...
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