Dog (Harold Monro Poems)
You little friend, your nose is ready; you sniff,Asking for that expected walk,(Your nostrils full of the happy rabbit-whiff)And almost ...
You little friend, your nose is ready; you sniff,Asking for that expected walk,(Your nostrils full of the happy rabbit-whiff)And almost ...
That which we are and shall be is made upOf what we have been. On the autumn leafThe crimson stains ...
O Nature! all-sufficient! over all!Enrich me with the knowledge of Thy works!Snatch me to heaven; Thy rolling wonders there,World beyond ...
From morn till noon upon the window-pane The tempest tapped with rainy finger-nails, And all the afternoon the blustering gales Beat at the ...
Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I myself Should be a ...
Vocat aestus in umbram Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'?lection de son s?pulchre For three years, out of ...
SMALL, fragile, and dark-eyed was Alan's mother, Of Highland blood; her solemn Saxon mate Had ne'er been able quite to ...
With sagest craft Arachne workedHer web, and at a corner lurked,Awaiting what should plump her soon,To case it in the ...
We had many problems set us when Coolgardie was a camp,When the journey to the goldfields meant a coach-fare or ...
My brother, man, shapes him a planAnd builds him a house in a day,But I have toiled through a million ...
I have found out a gift for my fair; I know where the fossils abound,Where the footprints of Aves declare ...
We lying by seasand, watching yellowAnd the grave sea, mock who derideWho follow the red rivers, hollowAlcove of words out ...
When I consider what a time has flown, Shaping this planet to the thing we see, And what unnumbered ages ...
A Counterfeit -- a Plated Person -- I would not be -- Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie -- ...
I MET a Seer, Passing the hues and objects of the world, The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense, ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
1 SOMETHING startles me where I thought I was safest; I withdraw from the still woods I loved; I will ...
THERE was a child went forth every day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became; And ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula Roris, Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta sinu. Sollicita Flores stant ambitione supini, Et certant foliis ...
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