The Transvaal Contingent (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
From Bluff to Cape Maria New Zealand is agreed;She thanks her Representatives for generous thought and deed.She turns with joy ...
From Bluff to Cape Maria New Zealand is agreed;She thanks her Representatives for generous thought and deed.She turns with joy ...
I knew his face the moment that he passed Triumphant in the thoughtless, cruel throng,-- Triumphant, though the quiet, ...
" if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked ...
When I was but a little lad, not more than two or three,I noticed in a general way my dad ...
Within the window's scant recess,Behind a pink geranium flower,She sits and sews, and sews and sits,From patient hour to patient ...
YOU ask me why I love her;Not a charm can you discover!Would you seeThe heart that a shut rose is,And ...
Christ washed the feet of Judas! The dark and evil passions of his soul,His secret plot, and sordidness complete,His hate, ...
Behold, where breathing love divine,Our dying Master stands!His weeping followers gathering roundReceive his last commands.From that mild teacher's parting lipsWhat ...
XIXWhy should I love? Why lay my heart before One who may glance with merriment or scorn Upon my offering? ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows ...
Then said a rich man, "Speak to us of Giving." And he answered: You give but little when you give ...
I often pause to wonder of the two sides of the man from the Balkans who graced my life with ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven ...
I was walking home down a hill near our house on a balmy afternoon under the blossoms Of the pear ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright Idalia cradles, whose ...
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth's face, In the ...
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