Fancy (James Logie Robertson Poems)
Thou sluggard body, that must sit on shore While sleepless Fancy ranges space at will- Now shooting boldly o'er the billowy hoar That ...
Thou sluggard body, that must sit on shore While sleepless Fancy ranges space at will- Now shooting boldly o'er the billowy hoar That ...
Forth sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free,Fearing nor foeman's hate, nor iron clime,Nor Lima's flame, nor Plata's fever-slime,So they ...
This reverence Lord Buddha kept to all his schoolmasters, Albeit beyond their learning taught; in speech Right ...
_AEschylus_--And by Jove, I'll not stop to cut up your verses word by ...
I took the trail to the wooded canyon, The trail from the sea: For I heard a calling ...
Queens' ships, Queens' ships.Gloriana's mariners,Putting forth to seaAfire to beard the SpaniardWherever he may be .Hanging on the Plate fleets' ...
We built a castle in the air,In summer weather, you and I,The wind and sun were in your hair, -Gold ...
Forth sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free, Fearing nor foeman's hate, nor iron clime, Nor Lima's flame, ...
Night takes the scepter from the hand of day, And sets her drowsy stars about the world; The winds are ...
When you, my Dear, are away, away, How wearily goes the creeping day. A year drags after morning, and night ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing, Now in a lily-cup, ...
, at a ship's helm, A young steersman, steering with care. A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing, ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
So now I take a bitter road Whereon no bourne I see, And wearily I lift the load That once ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
The lady at the corner wicket Sold me a stamp, I stooped to lick it, And on the envelope to ...
Simon Zelotes speaking after the Crucifixion. Fere=Mate, Companion. Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all For the priests and ...
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