Country Doctors (C J Dennis Poems)
The quiet country doctors Of many a country town,Whose lives are spent to service bent, With scant hope of renown ...
The quiet country doctors Of many a country town,Whose lives are spent to service bent, With scant hope of renown ...
What time I seek my virtuous couch to steal Some surcease from the labours of the day,Ere silence like a ...
Under the shade of trees,Flat on my back at ease,Lulled by the hum of bees,There's where I rest;Breathing the scented ...
WEARY am I of the tumult, sick of the staring crowd, Pining for wild sea places where the soul may ...
O king! what is the quest that evermore Foredooms thy feet to roam, yet blinds thine eyes? ...
So we forget? The streets bloom gay With festive garments, many hued;And man and maid laugh down the way With ...
O YE elect of sorrow and of love, Who bear for others' weal a double strain, And share the surplus ...
God bless our native land,Land of the newly free,Oh may she ever standFor truth and liberty.God bless our native land,Where ...
God bless our native land, Land of the newly free, Oh may she ever stand For truth and liberty. God ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Offended by a Book of the Writer's NOW that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe, Never to press thy cosy cushions ...
UPON a noon I pilgrimed through A pasture, mile by mile, Unto the place where I last saw My dead ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
There is no magic any more, We meet as other people do, You work no miracle for me Nor I ...
Lolling on a bank of thyme Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme. . . . Though peoples perish in ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
DAyly when I do seeke and sew for peace, And hostages doe offer for my truth: she cruell warriour doth ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
Night in the unslumbering forest! From the free, Vast pinelands by the foot of man untrod, Blows the wild wind, ...
Thy Land to favour graciously Thou hast not Lord been slack, Thou hast from hard Captivity Returned Jacob back. Th' ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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