An Irish Song (Clinton Scollard Poems)
Over me lifts the peat-reek That parts and drifts and veers, And the wind's uneasy moaning Is loud ...
Over me lifts the peat-reek That parts and drifts and veers, And the wind's uneasy moaning Is loud ...
There's a garden that slopes to the south and the sun, A garden in Kerry I know, Where the ...
I thought I had forgotten you, So far apart our lives were thrust! 'Twas only as the earth forgets The ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
Bright cap and streamers, He sings in the hollow: Come follow, come follow, All you that love. Leave dreams to ...
A cluster of assorted bicycles Strewn in a yard yesterday afternoon Trigger of a memory, a moment A time in ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man? Wherefore now these ...
SNOW took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw velvet blue cows eating a vermillion grass ...
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
SWIFT o'er the bounding deep the VESSEL glides, Its streamers flutt'ring in the summer gales, The lofty mast the breezy ...
ENLIGHTEN'D Patron of the sacred Lyre? Whose ever-varying, ever-witching song Revibrates on the heart With magic thrilling touch, Till ev'ry ...
On the Victory Obtained by Blake over the Spaniards in the Bay of Santa Cruz, in the Island of Tenerife, ...
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