A Shower In War-Time (Sydney Thompson Dobell Poems)
Rain, rain, sweet warm rain,On the wood and on the plain!Rain, rain, warm and sweet,Summer wood lush leafy and loud,With ...
Rain, rain, sweet warm rain,On the wood and on the plain!Rain, rain, warm and sweet,Summer wood lush leafy and loud,With ...
Up and down the village streetsStrange are the forms my fancy meets,For the thoughts and things of to-day are hid,And ...
With noise of battle and the dust of fray,Half hid in fog, the gloomy mountain lay;But Succoth's watchers, from their ...
ITHE BRIDEWhere have You hidden Yourself,And abandoned me in my groaning, O my Beloved?You have fled like the hart,Having wounded ...
AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACEOld friend, kind friend! lightly downDrop time's snow-flakes on thy crown!Never be thy ...
UP the hillside, down the glen,Rouse the sleeping citizen;Summon out the might of men!Like a lion growling low,Like a night-storm ...
Dost hear the west wind calling thee afar, O thou that hast beheld the night withdrawn, And past the crystal thresholds of ...
I abhor the shame, the shudder of the pastWhen everything was more than being and nothing else.When each moment unmoved, ...
So here is come the night of nights!On every pine a star is kindled.Too slowly cumbrous summer dwindled;But now the ...
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT,OR The Happinesse of a Private Life.The Segregation.THE ARGUMENT. True Blisse! Thou know'st but Few, to Few ...
In which calm home of happy life and loveLigged our Lord Buddha, knowing not of woe,Nor want, nor pain, nor ...
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, ...
The spot is flaked with mist, that fills,Thickening into rolls more dank,The thresholds and the window-sills,And smokes on every bank.The ...
Here the tides flow,And here they ebb;Not with that dull, unsinewed tread of watersHeld under bonds to moveAround unpeopled shores-Moon-driven ...
Remember that little girl at Afyon train station,Who took off her shoes when she got on the train; Think of ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
Coming down to the kitchen singing to her, happy birthday to my beautiful wife another year to share with her ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills ...
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