Golden Silence (C J Dennis Poems)
A word out of season Of vapid unreasonMay seem mere political twaddle at best; But this thing needs abatement ...
A word out of season Of vapid unreasonMay seem mere political twaddle at best; But this thing needs abatement ...
How thought you that this thing could captivate? What are those graces that could make her dear, Who ...
O World, I owe thee nothing; I have had Not even my wages from thy niggard hand, For all I ...
Oh! what a hollow and a bootless thing Is human life, to sum it all in all, From restless cradle ...
If I was drawn here from a distant place, 'Twas not to pray nor hear our friend's address, But, gazing ...
How I hate those modern Poems Vaguer, looser than a dream!Pointless things that look like poems Only, to ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; ...
Do I really love you? So let me guess, you'll think I'm easy prey if I say, okay I do ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
How thought you that this thing could captivate? What are those graces that could make her dear, Who is not ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
If I was drawn here from a distant place, 'Twas not to pray nor hear our friend's address, But, gazing ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
O TIME, forgive the mournful song That on thy pinions stole along, When the rude hand of pain severe Chas'd ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
"HERE POPE FIRST SUNG!" O, hallow'd Tree ! Such is the boast thy bark displays; Thy branches, like thy Patron's ...
What heartache -- ne'er a hill! Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill The drear sand-levels drain my spirit low. With one ...
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