My Choice (Jared Barhite Poems)
I would rather dwell a hermit In some silent peaceful wood, Where no voice of human being Ever breaks the solitude; Where babbling brook, ...
I would rather dwell a hermit In some silent peaceful wood, Where no voice of human being Ever breaks the solitude; Where babbling brook, ...
THERE is an old tradition sacred held in Wexford town,That says: "Upon St. Martin's Eve no net shall be let ...
Traveller take heed for journeys undertaken in the dark ofthe year. Go in the bright blaze of Autumn's equinox.Carry protection ...
A tower stands by the edge of a wood, an old weathered tower with moss and creepers growing across the ...
Barren Age and withered World!Oh! the dying leaves,Like a drizzling rain,Falling round the roof —Pattering on the pane!Frosty Age and ...
We trucked the cows to Homebush, saw the girls, and started back,Went West through Cunnamulla, and got to the Eulo ...
My Mary, O my Mary! The simmer-skies are blue;The dawnin' brings the dazzle, An' the gloamin' brings the dew,--The mirk o' nicht ...
The stooks of corn stand shaggy and heavylike a drove of mighty oxen.Cows grazedown by the shoreand lie far awaylike ...
Once to old Erin of the singing streamsI went upon the wings of dreams,And it was night of cloud and ...
And Thou art One—One with th' eternal hills,And with the flaming stars, and with the moon,Translucent, cold. The sentinel of ...
In the harbour, in the island, in the Spanish Seas,Are the tiny white houses and the orange-trees,And day-long, night-long, the ...
For surfeit of the civilized, Silence atones,A soughing wind in tamarack, Stones;With nothing but a burro train, Stars for a goalAnd monolith for ...
I know not why I love your baffling face,Or, lonely, to your cold caresses steal,Or what the charm persuades my ...
HE had said, "Thank God for my body obscene,For the lust that oppresses life, choking me;Hereby shall I prove my ...
The poor old year died hard; for all the earth lay coldAnd bare beneath the wintry sky;While grey clouds scurried ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there;A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining chair;Some ...
I Night is above me, And Night is above the night. The sea is beside me soughing, or is still. ...
O weet and weary is the night,Wi' soughing wind and rain, O;And he that was sae true to me,Is on ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
IN the harbor, in the island, in the Spanish Seas, Are the tiny white houses and the orange trees, And ...
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