A Dream Of Bric-A-Brac (John Hay Poems)
I dreamed I was in fair Niphon.Amid tea-fields I journeyed on,Reclined in my jinrikishaw;Across the rolling plains I sawThe lordly ...
I dreamed I was in fair Niphon.Amid tea-fields I journeyed on,Reclined in my jinrikishaw;Across the rolling plains I sawThe lordly ...
Come, Little One, and sing to me A song our big wide land to bless,Around whose gentle parent-knee We've twined the flowers ...
In the evening at my grandmother's farmThe frightened fields appear in flashes of distant lightening.The swaying trees pray. A long menacing ...
DEMETER PERSEPHONE HECATE HERMES In the vale of Elusis DEMETERHail, goddess, from the midmost caverned vale Of Samothracia, where with ...
IN EAR OF CLUNY WATER.I. BREAK, break, O heart! upon this stony shore Of Time, for not the most tormented ...
An empty bench, a sky of grayest etching,A bare, bleak shed in blackest silhouette,Twelve years of platform, and before them ...
I said goodbye to the bees last Friday week,To blooms, and to things like these, for Winter bleak Was shouting ...
O, you shall live in a great stone hall,In a parkland fair and wide,With many a servant to do your ...
O, road and path, and path and road,They write the story plain; To the picnic grounds, to the little church, ...
It is not Spring-not yet-But at East Schaghticoke I saw an ivory birchLifting a filmy red mantle of knotted budsAbove ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
for Greg Fallon A kid yells "Mother Fucker" out the school bus window. I don't think anyone notices the afternoon ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
In this meadow starred with spring Shepherds kneel before their king. Mary throned, with dreaming eyes, Gowned in blue like ...
YES, the Dead speak to us. This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. Back ...
ONCE when I saw a cripple Gasping slowly his last days with the white plague, Looking from hollow eyes, calling ...
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