The Anarchist. (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,The darkness shudders slowly into light;And from the weary bosom of the nightThe ...
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,The darkness shudders slowly into light;And from the weary bosom of the nightThe ...
(SEPTEMBER, 1779)I"Have a care!" the bailiffs cried From their cockleshell that layOff the frigate's yellow side, Tossing on Scarborough Bay,While ...
The sea, as by some inner demon stung, Hath burst its glassy prison, and on highA thousand waves in black ...
It is the story of Thompson--of Thompson, the hero of Angels.Frequently drunk was Thompson, but always polite to the stranger;Light ...
The Censor sits behind his desk, And smiles a censored smile; His great, blue ...
O, the trees grow straight and the trees grow tall, And the trees grow all around;And the long limbs sprout ...
The East Wind is a Bedouin, And Nimbus is his steed; Out of the dusk with ...
A GLEAM — a gleam — from Ida's height, By the Fire-god sent, it came; From watch to watch it ...
All day and every day, Upon a hawthorn spray, Early and late, A redbreast robin sings, And flirts his nut-brown ...
I On Caragh lake the evening light Is violet and amethyst, And the dark shadows of the pines ...
Once more the changed year's turning wheel returns:And as a girl sails balanced in the wind,And now before and now ...
The cuckoo-throb, the heartbeat of the Spring;The rosebud's blush that leaves it as it growsInto the full-eyed fair unblushing rose;The ...
Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry, Ere Chil the Kite swoops down a furlong sheer, Through ...
the dream of the white bird flying offers a freedom as tasty as nectar how our lips purse to the ...
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Hark where the bells toll, chiming, dull and steady, The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed time. Well, be ...
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines; The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
On eves of cold, when slow coal fires, rooted in basements, burn and branch, brushing with smoke the city air; ...
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