The Glen of Arrawatta (Henry Kendall Poems)
A SKY of wind! And while these fitful gustsAre beating round the windows in the cold,With sullen sobs of rain, ...
A SKY of wind! And while these fitful gustsAre beating round the windows in the cold,With sullen sobs of rain, ...
An ancient cannon, finely cast. Of bronze, all smooth and green with age, A by-gone actor on the stage,Yet fit to take, ...
It's human nature for a bashful blokeTo bottle up, an' hesitate, an' doubtTill grinnin' Fate plays him some low-down joke;Then, ...
MAY 26, 1880SIRE, son, and grandson; so the century glides;Three lives, three strides, three foot-prints in the sand;Silent as midnight's ...
I ran into an old time sailor, up on Market Street;We had a cup of coffee, his last name was ...
ITOILING through ruined temple-halls, where TimeHad dwelt with Havoc, eager searchers found,With shattered idols that bestrewed the ground,An image strange, ...
A BUSHMAN got lost in a scrub in the North,And all the long morning the searchers went forth.They swore at ...
Through the still darks, the searchers, from this height,Vigil the wheeling worlds upon their course;He, its name-giver, seeking supreme lightBeyond ...
Scene I.A Garden on the banks of the Thames, at Fulham, behind the Wynnes' lodgings. Time, evening. Moon and starlight. ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he seesThe soft blue starlight through the one small window,The moon above black ...
Beneath the solemn stars that lightThe dread infinitudes of night,Mid wintry solitudes that lieWhere lonely Hecla's toweling pyreReddens an awful ...
Greece! hear that joyful sound,A stranger's voice upon thy sacred hill;Whose tones shall bid the slumbering nations round, ...
Although thy hand and faith, and good works too, Have sealed thy love which nothing should undo, Yea though thou ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Give me life at its most garish Friday night in the Square, pink sequins dazzle And dance on clubbers bare ...
'Twas in the year of 1897, and on the night of Christmas day, That ten persons' lives were taken sway, ...
Friends of humanity, of high and low degree, I pray ye all come listen to me; And truly I will ...
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