The Dumb Idol (George Sylvester Viereck Poems)
FAR, far away, within a lonely valeThere stands a temple old - so old and gray,Unwarmed by rays of sunshine; ...
FAR, far away, within a lonely valeThere stands a temple old - so old and gray,Unwarmed by rays of sunshine; ...
I pass a cobbler's shop along the streetAnd pause a moment at the door-step, where,In nature's medley, piping cool and ...
Who'll walk the fields with us to town,In an old coat and a faded gown?We take our roots and country ...
I think that though the clouds be dark, That though the waves dash o'er the bark, Yet after while the light will ...
By hut, homestead and shearing shed,By railroad, coach and track-By lonely graves where rest the dead,Up-Country and Out-Back:To where beneath ...
By hut, homestead and shearing shed,By railroad, coach and track-By lonely graves where rest the dead,Up-Country and Out-Back:To where beneath ...
My thoughts have borne me far away To Beauties of an older day, Where, crowned with roses, stands the DAWN, Striking her seven-stringed ...
I THINK that though the clouds be dark,That though the waves dash o'er the bark.Yet after while the light will ...
Of Sorrow, 'tis as Saints have said--That his ill-savoured lamp shall shedA light to Heaven, when, blown aboutBy the world's ...
You can sigh o'er the sad-eyed Armenian Who weeps in her desolate home. You can mourn o'er the exile of ...
DEAD AT PITTSFIELD, MASS., 1876O poor Romancer--thou whose printed page,Filled with rude speech and ruder forms of strife,Was given to ...
Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do you low so piteously? High is the grass to your knees and wet ...
It is no winter night comes downUpon our hearts, dear friends of old;But a May evening, softly brown,Whose wind is ...
THE world has grown so grey, love,The weary world so wide;And autumn seems to stay, love -'T was autumn when ...
If this be sorrow, I have never known The faintest touch of human grief till now-- That utter woe, o'erbrooding ...
By day, by night, along the lines their dull boom rings,And that reverberating roar its challenge flings.Not only unto thee ...
We knew thee of old, Oh divinely restored, By the light of thine eyes And the light of they Sword. ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
Sad-Eyed and soft and grey thou art, o morn! Across the long grass of the marshy plain Thy west wind ...
The old war is over the new one has begun between drivers and pedestrians on a Friday in New York ...
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