Each Man Is Each (E J Rupert Atkinson Poems)
A MERE two hundred years ago he spoke,He arguing with me - I can hear him croakStill, at my side ...
A MERE two hundred years ago he spoke,He arguing with me - I can hear him croakStill, at my side ...
"Through two small windows sunshine slanted in To die upon the splintery schoolroom floor, While the October gusts whipped dirt ...
I pray to the old kindness of the Earth, Which is a spirit moving in the world, Closer to life ...
O broken, old, weary desire of life, Unquenchable flame of desire, That wakens, like a well-nigh waited fire, Now in ...
The Earth Speaks:HUSH! he drowses, drowses deep,While my quiet arms I keepClose about him in his sleep.Once he glanced at ...
Ye thirsty for God, To Jesus give ear,And take, through his blood, A power to draw near;His kind invitation Ye ...
I see thine image through my tears to-night,And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. HowRefer the cause?—Beloved, is it thouOr ...
Those wild beesfrom unknown frontiersthat you often see vibrate headlonginto yellow blossoma swarm born outsideevery ordinance and lawlike the stubborn ...
To Robert Penn WarrenYou hold your eager headToo high in the air, you walkAs if the sleepy deadHad never fallen ...
O might those sighs and tears return again Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent, That I might ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
I see thine image through my tears to-night, And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How Refer the cause?-Beloved, is ...
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red ...
1 WITH antecedents; With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages; With all which, had it not ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
1 TO conclude-I announce what comes after me; I announce mightier offspring, orators, days, and then, for the present, depart. ...
TO thee, old Cause! Thou peerless, passionate, good cause! Thou stern, remorseless, sweet Idea! Deathless throughout the ages, races, lands! ...
I-THE LURE No, no,-forget your Cricket and your Ant, For I shall never set my name to theirs That now ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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