The Last Bison (Charles Mair Poems)
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
Speak, satire; for there's none can tell like thee Whether 'tis folly, pride, or knavery That makes this discontented ...
Endless lanes sunken in the clay, Bays, and traverses, fringed with wasted herbage, Seed-pods of blue scabious, and some lingering ...
The old men sit by the fire and doze And dream to their souls' content. They were gallant ...
BRIARWaiting for love I shyly creptInto a turret room and slept.I woke uneasily at mornAfter a hundred years. The thornHas ...
Light drunkenly reels into shadow;Blurs, slurs uneasily;Slides off the eyeballs:The segments shatter.Tree-branches cut arc-light in raggedFluttering wet strips.The cup of ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Melibæus. WElcome fair Nymphs, most welcome to this shade, Distemp'ring Heats do now the Plains invade: But you may sit, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Lovingly I'll sing of love; Ever comes she from above. THE FRIENDLY MEETING. IN spreading mantle to my chin conceald, ...
We knew their names or thought we did, we knew their faces from an album of places we'd played in ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
And how can I, born in evil days And fresh from failure, ask a kindness of Fate? -- Written A.D. ...
Dark cypresses-- The world is uneasily happy; It will all be forgotten. --Theodore Storm Mother of roots, you have not ...
Light drunkenly reels into shadow; Blurs, slurs uneasily; Slides off the eyeballs: The segments shatter. Tree-branches cut arc-light in ragged ...
The wind is rising on the sea, The windy white foam-dancers leap; And the sea moans uneasily, And turns to ...
1 We are reading the story of our lives which takes place in a room. The room looks out on ...
Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to ...
Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness, Hardened they are like gems in ancient modesty; Yea, and her mouth's prudent ...
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