A Psalm Of Fortitude (Joseph Furphy Poems)
Are you, like me, a peevish brat,With feelings extra-fine?Are you disposed to whip the catWhen misadventure lays your flat?Then paste ...
Are you, like me, a peevish brat,With feelings extra-fine?Are you disposed to whip the catWhen misadventure lays your flat?Then paste ...
(Written in her fourteenth year.)WHY, gentle Muse, wilt thou disdainTo lend thy strains to me?Why do I supplicate in vainAnd ...
Erect in death thou standest gaunt and bare,Thy limbs uplifted to the wintry sky,To supplicate its pity, or defyThe threat ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
OR THE FLOWER OF THE WILDERNESS. Here, on the arid ridge Of dead Vesuvius, Exterminator terrible, That by no other ...
Francesca.Crush'd and throng'd are all the places In our amphitheatre,'Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her;Dost ...
THOUGHT AND DEED333 THOU MUST WIN IT HEREHere must thy deed be done.'Twere an undreamed-of thingThat he who wins no ...
"Lord, Who, from Thy high position,See'th the humble politician,Knoweth all his secret schemes,Readeth all his inmost dreams,Hearken, Lord, unto our ...
Lady, since thou hast driven me forth, Since thou, unkind, hast banished me (Though cause of such neglect be none), ...
Like some school master, kind in being stern,Who hears the children crying o'er their slatesAnd calling, "Help me master!" yet ...
648Promise This-When You be Dying-Some shall summon Me-Mine belong Your latest Sighing-Mine-to Belt Your Eye-Not with Coins-though they be MintedFrom ...
India--whose enameled page unrolled Like autumn's gilded pageant, 'neath a sun That withers not for ancient ...
There have been times when I could storm and plead, But you shall never hear me supplicate. These long months ...
Like as a dryad, from her native bole Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge, To a slow river ...
We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act -- And later -- when we die -- A little Water supplicate ...
The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- It's Somewhat in the Cold -- And Somewhat in the Trudging feet -- ...
Promise This -- When You be Dying -- Some shall summon Me -- Mine belong Your latest Sighing -- Mine ...
There have been times when I could storm and plead, But you shall never hear me supplicate. These long months ...
Like as a dryad, from her native bole Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge, To a slow river ...
Argument. To leap from the promontory of LEUCADIA was believed by the Greeks to be a remedy for hopeless love, ...
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