Reply, To Sundry Who Object To “Arm.” (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
What! will they tell us that timely precaution Causes the peril it strives to avoid?Or that true safety is found in ...
What! will they tell us that timely precaution Causes the peril it strives to avoid?Or that true safety is found in ...
Strum, strum!Ah, wee one,Croon unto the tendril tipped with sungilt,Nodding thee from o'er the doorsill there.Strum, strum!My wheel shall sing ...
O WANDERING minstrel, wild Wind o' the Sea,That knowest the innermost being of meWho love thy rude sport with the ...
"GIVE me a fillet, Love," quoth I,"To bind my Sweeting's heart to me,So ne'er a chance of earth or skyShall ...
POOR little solitary thing!Why fliest thou all alone?Why follow our vessel with ceaseless wing?Why seek the torrid zone?There are no ...
Tombed in the solid night of starless space; From nearest living orb so far removed, That light, of all material ...
SUMMER passed by, and Autumn; Winter came With grey cold days and black unpitying nights, And many children gathered round ...
1Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is he ...
When Nature wants to drill a manAnd thrill a man,And skill a man,When Nature wants to mould a manTo play ...
I do not fear thee, Death!I have a bantering thought!—though I am toldThou art inflexible, and stern, and bold;And that ...
THOU surely art rash, with thy pinions of gold, To be flitting thus far from thy home in the ...
What we must do and may not do. This is the World's whole refrain, Till beating on the wearied brain, ...
Good-bye to the cradle, the dear wooden cradleThe rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside.No more to its motion ...
GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle, The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside: No more to ...
There in that limited pasture,Their eyes bedimmed and blurred,They stand in that prison, all captives,The last of the Thundering Herd. ...
Nami danam chi manzil bood shab jaay ki man boodam;Baharsu raqs-e bismil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.Pari paikar nigaar-e ...
I.Seen, too clear and historic within us, our sins of omissionFrown when the Autumn days ...
Goldbrown upon the sated flood The rockvine clusters lift and sway; Vast wings above the lambent waters brood Of sullen ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
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