The Dragon of Wantley (Anonymous British Poems)
Old stories tell how HerculesA dragon slew at Lerna,With seven heads, and fourteen eyes,To see and well discern-a:But he had ...
Old stories tell how HerculesA dragon slew at Lerna,With seven heads, and fourteen eyes,To see and well discern-a:But he had ...
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
Lycidas. Thyrsis, the music of that murm'ring spring,Is not so mournful as the strains you sing.Nor rivers winding thro' the ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,Love in her gear ...
THE air is thick, unclean and warm And filled with mutterings of a storm ; Spidery Fear a web he ...
(Written on the Queensland Beach)Poisonous, bloated, crab-like shapesCrawl in gangs around these capes-Stopping here and feeding there;Listening, crawling everywhere;Searching every ...
Now the grey mist comes creeping upFrom the waste ocean's weedy strandAnd fills the valley, as a cupIf filled of ...
Are the leaves falling round aboutThe churchyard on the hill?Is the glow of autumn going out?Is that the winter chill?And ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
Then said a rich man, "Speak to us of Giving." And he answered: You give but little when you give ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
Lays of Mystery, Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls, And each damp thing that ...
Original sin. Rom. 5:12, etc.; Psa. 51:5; Job 14:4. Backward with humble shame we look On our original; How is ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
HOLD it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?) Outside fair costume-within ashes and ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in ...
Groping along the tunnel, step by step, He winked his prying torch with patching glare From side to side, and ...
"There, but for the grace of God, goes." There is a question that I ask, And ask again: What hunger ...
WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew, And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray; Where o'er the ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
An ancient chestnut's blossoms threw Their heavy odour over two: Leucippe, it is said, was one; The other, then, was ...
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