Unbending Reed (Isobel Stone Poems)
It is your fault that I cannot find rest,But like a drifting bit of draggled wood,Come near a shore, and ...
It is your fault that I cannot find rest,But like a drifting bit of draggled wood,Come near a shore, and ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
When Arthur first in court began,And was approved king,By force of armes great victorys wonne,And conquest home did bring;Then into ...
Crossing the infinite length of the moorland,Here comes the wind,The wind with his trumpet that Heralds November;Endless and infinite, crossing ...
Stormy's dead, I heard them say, "he's dead and gone to rest";Of all the skippers I have known old Stormy ...
To-morrow and to-morrow, (O the slashing of the foam along the furrow!)We'll loosen from the jetty when ...
God is our chosen Leader -- but let Him understandThat He may only guide us where our desires command!And we ...
And yet I feel content and don't get tired of slashing with my fingers through the air, tarantella-like. The hands ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
LEADER. LET no cares now hover o'er us Let the wine unsparing run! Wilt thou swell our merry chorus? Hast ...
You know that Portrait in the Moon -- So tell me who 'tis like -- The very Brow -- the ...
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
They should not have left him there alone, Alone that is except for the cat. He was only nine, not ...
When I'm asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm,- They come, the homeless ones, the noiseless dead. While the dim charging ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
There's some that ride the Robbo style, and bump at every stride; While others sit a long way back, to ...
'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, ...
'Twas on the 9th of September, a very beautiful day, That a numerous English army came in grand array, And ...
One sweet pound of filet mignon sizzles on the roadside. Let's say a hundred yards below the buzzard. The buzzard ...
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