The Sceptic (Louisa Sarah Bevington Poems)
SWEET were the faiths our wishes bred; cruel is faithless fate;All things show good or evil as we love them ...
SWEET were the faiths our wishes bred; cruel is faithless fate;All things show good or evil as we love them ...
"Forward, comrades, ever forward"!Shout the leaders in the fight;"Scale the ramparts! Plant the standardOn the citadel of light!"Break the chains ...
O dwellers in the stately towns,What come ye out to see?This common earth, this common sky,This water flowing free?As gayly ...
(A Tale for the Times.)He had closed his volume of theorie;He rose from his restful reverie"The world must be saved ...
Dusk is thy dawn; when Eve puts on its stateOf gold and purple in the marbled west,Thou comest forth like ...
Even in such a scene of senseless playThe children were surprised one summer-dayBy a strange man who called across the ...
To have lived, to have loved, to have triumphed!--what more can the world bestow?I stand at the close of the conflict, ...
Waking to darkness; early silence brokenBy seagull's cried, and something undefinedAnd far away. Through senses half-awoken,A vague enquiry drifts into ...
ON THE RECEIPT OF A FAMILIAR POEM To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath From some far forest which I once ...
Thou hast put on the livery,And learned the shibboleth,And pledged for all eternityThe brotherhood of Death.Yet to thy wonder-wakened eyesThe ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
ACT V.SCENE I. A Room in Susskind's House. LIEBHAID, CLAIRE, REUBEN.LIEBHAID.The air hangs sultry as in mid-July.Look forth, Claire; moves ...
Thus it happened .... Let me mention, lest I raise an unsought quarrel, This occurred in times long vanished, in ...
Gentlemen! a politician,One who values his position,Stands, with easy confidence,Here before you on the fence.For he knows full well, good ...
Avaunt! What news is this I hear Of portent grim and sinister?Is he, whose words insult mine ear, A mere, ...
Gentle brother, answer truly, Tell what you be.But, I pray, tax not unduly Your sagacitee.Is your brand u-ni-fi-cation -Is't, or ...
We mean to say, it never has been granted That anyone but England could decide,In the crease or at the ...
You, Doctor Martin, walk from breakfast to madness. Late August, I speed through the antiseptic tunnel where the moving dead ...
Because I have ten thousand pounds I sit upon my stern, And leave my living tranquilly for other folks to ...
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