The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will ...
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On ...
O HOW shall I, unskilfu', try The poet's occupation? The tunefu' powers, in happy hours, That whisper inspiration; Even they ...
SIR, o'er a gill I gat your card, I trow it made me proud; "See wha taks notice o' the ...
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
IF God compel thee to this destiny, To die alone, with none beside thy bed To ruffle round with sobs ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
`Now Art has lost its mental charms France shall subdue the world in arms.' So spoke an Angel at my ...
Tyger Tyger. burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry? ...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer. some damned ...
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and i won't ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream One tree can start a forest, One bird ...
If you had a friend strong, simple, true, Who knew your faults and who understood; Who believed in the very ...
I have in my hands two boxes which God gave me to hold he said, "put all your sorrows in ...
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