Macaulay’s New Zealander. (James Brunton Stephens Poems)
IT little profits that, an idle man,On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,I mope, a solitary pelican,And glower ...
IT little profits that, an idle man,On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,I mope, a solitary pelican,And glower ...
Dulness, less comely than grief, has gone over my soul.Sullen and sluggish its waters of bitterness roll;It is naught to ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
THE DUST of a thousand roads, the greaseAnd grime of slums, were on his face;The fangs of hunger and diseaseUpon ...
I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were--the ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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