Aha! Beware (C J Dennis Poems)
Aha! Beware! I know your guilty past! I was a witness of that secret crime.One word! and all your fondest ...
Aha! Beware! I know your guilty past! I was a witness of that secret crime.One word! and all your fondest ...
Now, you wouldn't imagine, to look at me, That I was a racehorse once.I have done my mile in - ...
A galaxy of glances bright, A sweet bouquet of smiles, A crucible of melting words Bewitched me with their wiles! ...
Now, I always have preserved a certain attitude Quite definite in reference to Work --('Tis futility concealingThat I have the ...
From Bluff to Cape Maria New Zealand is agreed;She thanks her Representatives for generous thought and deed.She turns with joy ...
WHERE are they all, those once so fondly cherished,Whose lips respond no more, whose forms have perish'd,On whom we vainly ...
FATE brooded darkly o'er the ancient world, Athens and Rome beneath her shadow dwelt; The snaky terror of her eye ...
The place, my lord, is much like Gideon's fleeceThe second time he laid it on the ground;For by the will ...
Give me a dad who knows his place And never gives me cheek,And a mother mild who treats her child ...
Tired of a landscape known too well when young: The deliberate shallow hills, the boring birds Flying past rocks; tired ...
Lonely in Ireland, since it was not home, Strangeness made sense. The salt rebuff of speech, Insisting so on difference, ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
Ere the seamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry An attractive girl at Tunbridge, whom he called "my ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
SOUND, sweet song, from some far land, Sighing softly close at hand, Now of joy, and now of woe! Stars ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesn't matter anyway. I always had an inkling that ...
At my feet the lapdogs of desire, I wont greet their fawning, least not yet, their foul breath would shrink ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Light boat south hill go North hill vast expanse hard reach Separate bank see person home Long way off not ...
'Twas on the 26th of August, the sun was burning hot, In the year of 1346, which will never be ...
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