The Dungeoned Anarchist (Charles Hamilton Musgrove Poems)
He crouches, voiceless, in his tomb-like cell, Forgot of all things save his jailer's hate That ...
He crouches, voiceless, in his tomb-like cell, Forgot of all things save his jailer's hate That ...
The eternal gifts of Christ the King,The Apostles' glorious deeds, we sing;And while due hymns of praise we pay,Our thankful ...
Still onward goes the barque- the tideBears it along where breakers foam and roar,And oaks unbending, riven, line the shore;Dense ...
Alone amid the battle-din untouched Stands out one figure beautiful, serene; No grime of smoke nor reeking blood hath smutched ...
"GATHER all kindreds of this boundless realm To speak a common tongue in thee! Be thou- Heart, pulse, and ...
The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the ...
Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore, Imperfect kindling even in this ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
He is a link between this and the coming world. He is A pure spring from which all thirsty souls ...
Lord Lilac thought it rather rotten That Shakespeare should be quite forgotten, And therefore got on a Committee With several ...
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
LIFE, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Who and what gave to me the wish to woo thee-- Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto ...
MEN are Heaven's piers; they evermore Unwearying bear the skyey floor; Man's theatre they bear with ease, Unfrowning cariatides! I, ...
(ALCAICS) Confused, he found her lavishing feminine Gold upon clay, and found her inscrutable; And yet she smiled. Why, then, ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
In the dour ages Of drafty cells and draftier castles, Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables, Saint and ...
(Parvati at her lattice) O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twine among my tresses, A jewelled clasp of shining ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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