The Blue Kingfisher (C J Dennis Poems)
Where the little river gleaming Thro' its shadows green and coolBroadens to the quiet dreaming Of a little shady pool;There ...
Where the little river gleaming Thro' its shadows green and coolBroadens to the quiet dreaming Of a little shady pool;There ...
Calm is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grief, ...
Avert, High Wisdom, never vainly wooed,This threat of War, that shows a land brain-sick.When nations gain the pitch where rhetoricSeems ...
Here's a song -stags give tongue winter snowssummer goes.High cold blowsun is lowbrief his dayseas give spray.Fern clumps reddenshapes are ...
The summer sun is sinking low; Only the tree-tops redden and glow: Only the weathercock on the spire Of the ...
I go to concert, party, ball -- What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall And strive ...
When the wasting embers redden the chimney-breast, And Life's bare pathway looms like a desert track to me, And from ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a ...
PENSIVE, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All, Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the forms covering ...
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills ...
Calm is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grief, And only thro' the faded leaf ...
THESE are the tawny days: your face comes back. The grapes take on purple: the sunsets redden early on the ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
If Mary had known When she held her Babe's hands in her own Little hands that were tender and white ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
I. The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine ...
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