The Dream Of The World Without Death (William Cosmo Monkhouse Poems)
NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,Wherein I heard a ...
NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,Wherein I heard a ...
O Mother State! the winds of MarchBlew chill o'er Auburn's Field of God,Where, slow, beneath a leaden archOf sky, thy ...
FROM the house of desolation,From the doors of lamentation,I went forth into the midnight and the vistas of the moon;Where ...
The coffin as I past across the laneCame sudden on my view. It was not here,A sight of every day, ...
OH! laurel'd bard, how can I part,Those cheering smiles no more to see,Until my soothed and solaced heartPours forth one ...
Thank God! from our old ensign Is erased one mark of shame,Which leaves one less to rapine, One less to blight our ...
We have borne good sons to broken men,Nurtured them on our hungry breast,And given them to our masters whenTheir day ...
Skimming lightly, wheeling still,The swallows fly lowOver the field in clouded days,The forest-field of Shiloh —Over the field where April ...
Beside that giant stream that foams and swellsBetwixt Hy-Conaill and Moyarta's shore,And guards the isle where good Senanus dwells,A gentle ...
Standing alone, a study in itself,How Shakespeare's volume glorifies my shelf!For thence his spirit forth on mine has shined,Like a ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
(For Thomas Walsh) I On nights like this the huddled sheep Are like white clouds upon the grass, And merry ...
Not any more to be lacked -- Not any more to be known -- Denizen of Significance For a span ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
I sat beneath a willow tree, Where water falls and calls; While fancies upon fancies solaced me, Some true, and ...
In ruck and quibble of courtfolk This giant hulked, I tell you, on her scene With hands like derricks, Looks ...
A Requiem Skimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low Over the fields in cloudy days, The forest-field of Shiloh ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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