The Yellow Gas (Christopher Brennan Poems)
The yellow gas is fired from street to streetpast rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit,dead churches, and the unending ...
The yellow gas is fired from street to streetpast rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit,dead churches, and the unending ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices,And in your tresses you shall twine The ...
"The level sunrise brings a simple glory To hoarfrost in November. Brilliance soft Lives in the buffalo grass of prairie ...
EACH hour that passes, dead for evermore,Lies in the waste of ages whence the staleAir of unwoken silence, shore to ...
THROUGH hurtling space he fled from star tostarOn pinions of damnation, for there trailedUpon him frantic shapes which clutching wailed,A ...
The roar and rush of life sweeps on;Still shines the sun as once it shone:Men reap and sow and live ...
Hard is the fortune that has cast thy lot Within the withering circle of my shade. Alas! poor flower, whom ...
I do not falter in the sight of God; This bare-browed standing in His awful view, Strips the illusions off ...
When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's ...
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. Fashioned ...
Some flowers are withered and some joys have died; The garden reeks with an East Indian scent From beds where ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
What is left now that we've used the last excuse, what is left to justify excess. The rhetoric at best ...
Have you switched to Beta yet? It's an even bet that if you have you quite regret your impulse to ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips’ red, If snow be ...
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be ...
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be ...
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be ...
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be ...
'Twas in the month of March and in the year of 1899, Which will be remembered for a very long ...
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