A Congratulatory Epistle From His Holiness The Pope To The Reverend Dr. Snape (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
To Thee, my Snape, in these Reforming Times,Grateful, we send our Blessing and our Rimes.Odd it may seem for Us, ...
To Thee, my Snape, in these Reforming Times,Grateful, we send our Blessing and our Rimes.Odd it may seem for Us, ...
A Priestly--War I sing, and bloodless Field,And pious Chiefs, in Paper Warfare skill'd;Chiefs, that full oft have quarrell'd for their ...
OH, the strength of the toil of those twenty years, with father, and master, and men!And the clearer brain of ...
Pagan - said I - I must retract the word,For the poor Pagans were not so absurd:Their Jupiter, of gods ...
Light!Innumerable ions of light,Kindling, irradiating,All to their foci tending…Light that jingles like anklet chainsOn bevies of little lithe twinkling feet,Or ...
LEAVE now our streets, and in yon plain beholdThose pleasant Seats for the reduced and old;A merchant's gift, whose wife ...
February 23, 1921. Read at Hart House Theatre before the University of Toronto. The Muse is stern unto her favoured ...
You don't want to marry me honey,Though just to hear you ask me is sweet;If you did you'd regret it ...
Now, I always have preserved a certain attitude Quite definite in reference to Work --('Tis futility concealingThat I have the ...
You would be wise, I'll teach you if you please,Withdraw you mind from such wild thoughts as theseIf I my ...
The triune God like the seasons of grace three yet one the Father, Son, and Spirit Grace like the Spirit ...
Give me, oh God a pliable heart, a meek, humble heart ever ready for your hands, the hands of the ...
Ever being formed, reforming my flawed vessel spinning on the wheel, the Potter's fingers working out my imperfections. A journey, ...
A merry burgomaster In a burgh upon the Rhine Said, "Our burghers all are Far too fond of drinking wine." ...
Were I - who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man - A spirit free ...
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
Sir, Our times are much degenerate from those Which your sweet muse with your fair fortune chose, And as complexions ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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