The Mutiny Of The Chains (John Boyle O Reilly Poems)
PENAL COLONY OF WESTERN AUSTRALIA, 1857THE sun rose o'er dark Fremantle,And the Sentry stood on the wall;Above him, with white ...
PENAL COLONY OF WESTERN AUSTRALIA, 1857THE sun rose o'er dark Fremantle,And the Sentry stood on the wall;Above him, with white ...
AND one day of late a dream oppressed me . . .And in dreams through the long streets I wandered.(Through ...
_If Luther's day expand to Darwin's year,__Shall that exclude the hope--foreclose the fear?_Unmoved by all the claims our times avow,The ...
AUTUMNA GOOD stay-at-home season is Autumn: then there'swork to be joined in by all:Though the fawns, where the brackens make ...
FROM far away, from far away,It journeyed swiftly night and day,It rested not. With cruel hasteIt crossed the ocean's trackless ...
They say we are revolters--that we stirred The workers of all nations to rebel-- And that we would not compromise with Hell, But ...
Consider me a memory, a dream that passed away;Or yet a flower that has blown and shattered in a day;For ...
On the next morning,--so by heavenly Voice Instructed,--unto Pharaoh went again Moses and Aaron; craving to be heard, Because of ...
1The first enters wearing the neon armourOf virtue.Ceaselessly firing all-purpose smilesAt everyone presentShe destroys hopeIn the breasts of the sick,Who ...
Bellow, bull, bellow!Low thy dark soundLike a moan,Call to thine own!Stand with thy head on the fence,And bellow, bull, bellow!What ...
John Brown and Jeanne at Fontainebleau- 'Twas Toussaint, just a year ago; Crimson and copper was the glow Of all ...
He has no enemies! you say. I pity his condition; His manhood he has thrown away, His candour and position. ...
ILear and Cordelia! 't was an ancient tale Before thy Shakespeare gave it deathless fame: The times have changed, the ...
America! At this thy Golden Gate,New travelled from those portals of the West,Parting-I make my reverence! It were bestWith backward ...
I would my soul were like the bird That dares the vastness undeterred. Look, where the bluebird on the bough ...
Why does the horse-faced lady of just the unmentionable ageWalk down Longacre reciting Swinburne to herself, inaudibly?Why does the small ...
Against the enormous rocks of a rough coast The ocean rams itself in pitched assault And spastic rage to which ...
The will of the way to spread the word good news on their lips in the street, the Temple, the ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories