Dark Hours: The Drunkard’s Mother (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Dark hours of tearless, sleepless grief,Of woe, denied the soft reliefOf tears, to soothe the burning smartThat throbs and festers ...
Dark hours of tearless, sleepless grief,Of woe, denied the soft reliefOf tears, to soothe the burning smartThat throbs and festers ...
A health to dear woman! she bids us untwineFrom the cup it encircles the fast-clinging vine:But her cheek in its ...
My little one, come and listen To the calling of the sea'And watch how the wet sands glisten Where the surf has ...
You are lovely and great as Rome among its hillsWorshipped by firemen patrolling my conscience.Storms unwind the darkening main roadsYou ...
"You fool, how in your greatest need can you abandon most glorious man who lives and fights to give you ...
I Secret was the garden; Set i' the pathless awe Where no star its breath can draw. ...
ILeave me; oh! leave me,Lest I find this low earth sweeter than the skies.Leave me lest I deem Faith's white ...
I was laying round town just spending my timeOut of a job and not makin' a dimeWhen up steps a ...
1Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made ...
When you are not surprised, not surprised, nor leap in imagination from sunlight into shadow or from shadow into sunlight ...
Could you not drink her gaze like wine?Yet though its splendour swoonInto the silence languidlyAs a tune into a tune,Those ...
If thou wert standing by yon tide, And I were standing by thy side, Methinks a death I ...
I "O Lord, why grievest Thou? - Since Life has ceased to be Upon this globe, now cold As lunar ...
A long day at least in the office A quick search for the box score a happy revelation the good ...
Board meeting over Stars and clouds call. Alone on the lake, Time to unwind. 11 o'clock under A moonlit sky. ...
Set not thy foot on graves; Hear what wine and roses say; The mountain chase, the summer waves, The crowded ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
I cried when the moon was mutmuring to the birds: 'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will, I ...
Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast ...
The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song After great ...
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