Men (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.Through toil and martyrdom a million ...
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.Through toil and martyrdom a million ...
BLOOD is my daylight, and darkness too. Blessing of night has been gouged from my cheeks Bearing with it my more lucky ...
The night it was still, and the moon it shoneSerenely on the sea,And the waves at the foot of the ...
ONE morning I said to my wife,Near the time when the heavens are rifeWith the Equinoctial strife,"Arabella, the weather looks ...
As swift the horseman o'er Lake Constance flewHis steed, snow- scattering. The twilight came.His shadow, dark- blue giant, slowly greyed,E'en ...
I LIFT these hands with iron fetters banded:Beneath the scornful sunlight and cold starsI rear my once imperial forehead brandedBy ...
When crowding folks, with strange ill faces,Were making legs, and begging places,And some with patents, some with merit,Tired out my ...
COME quietly, Britain, all together, come!It is time!We have waited, weighed, and wonderedWho had blundered;Stared askance at one anotherAs our ...
News Editor: Peer ConfessesBishop UndressesTorso Wrapped in Rug,Girl Guide Throttled,Baronet BottledJ.P. goes to Jug.But yesterday's storyOld and hoaryNever mind who ...
Thy hill leave not, O Spring,Nor longer leap down to the new-green'd Plain.Thy western cliff-caves keepO Wind, nor branch-borne Echo ...
There's a wind blowing Cold through the corridors, A ghost-wind, The flapping of defeated wings, A hell-fantasy From meadows damned To eternal April And listening, listening To the ...
Each day that I live I am persuaded anew,A maxim I long have believed in, is true.Each day I grow ...
By night a laddered diagram seen from the windows of this bedroom town-rayflowcrs of dread ascending and descending- identifies the ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
How the mountains talked together, Looking down upon the weather, When they heard our friend had planned his Little trip ...
For the Visitors' Book at the Inn Who long for rest, who look for pleasure Away from counter, court, or ...
Steel doors - guillotine gates - of the doorless house closed massively. We were locked in with loss. Guards frisked ...
I am not the piston in the flower or The bulging seed throttled by pollen But a separate figure expectant ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
Chaos ruled OK in the classroom as bravely the teacher walked in the nooligans ignored him hid voice was lost ...
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