The Yellow Gas (Christopher Brennan Poems)
The yellow gas is fired from street to streetpast rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit,dead churches, and the unending ...
The yellow gas is fired from street to streetpast rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit,dead churches, and the unending ...
We'd harbored them on hovels, and in dens, Altho' in price they counted less than cattle,Had they not still the ...
HENCE, Prudence! bane of ev'ry virtuous deed, Child of Cold Prejudice and selfish Fear, Insensible to Sorrow's bitter ...
Oh, yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final end of ill, To pangs ...
One after one the high emotions fade; Time's wheeling measure empties and refills Year after year; we seek no more ...
OUT of the dead cathedral, where dead saintsMark for untold contempt worn, sorry talesMumbled by fatted priests, whose boast be--wailsEarth, ...
ENTHRONED above the sages and the saints. Above all kings that e'er had empery, And wielded sceptres over land and ...
290Of Bronze-and Blaze-The North-Tonight-So adequate-it forms-So preconcerted with itself-So distant-to alarms-And Unconcern so sovereignTo Universe, or me-Infects my simple spiritWith ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through ...
Of Bronze -- and Blaze -- The North -- Tonight -- So adequate -- it forms -- So preconcerted with ...
The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev'ry band. Brandy no ...
When first we met she seemed so white I feared her; As one might near a spirit bright I neared ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
Original and actual sin confessed. Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin; And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the ...
Oh, yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final end of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright, Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice-- Moons ...
O thou who from the mountain's height Roll'st down thy clouds with all their weight Of waters to old Niles ...
"HERE POPE FIRST SUNG!" O, hallow'd Tree ! Such is the boast thy bark displays; Thy branches, like thy Patron's ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
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