Albert Sidney Johnston (Kate Brownlee Sherwood Poems)
I hear again the tread of war go thundering through the land,And Puritan and Cavalier are clinching neck and hand,Round ...
I hear again the tread of war go thundering through the land,And Puritan and Cavalier are clinching neck and hand,Round ...
With a sign for the unknown land fevering his brain,With a pulse as strong as the engine-beat on the rail;With ...
Shy maids have haunts of still delight,The lover glades he never tells;And one is mine where mass the brightAnd odoured ...
What has the sea swept up?A Viking oar, long mouldered in the peaceOf grey oblivion? Some dim-burning bowlOf unmixed gold, ...
We lay becalmed; the white-hot sunBeat down above an even swell;And, clear upon our starboard bowStood out your spar-like Pinnacle. ...
Throughout the city, and the lands around, Soon ran the rumour that, from Israel's God, Moses a word had brought ...
At twenty leagues they broke for some food,at thirty leagues they stopped for the night,walking Fifty leagues in a whole ...
WHEN I went into my room, at mid-morning,Say ten o'clock . . .My room, a crash-box over that great stone ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed-Great rocks hoisted in air;And he must seek his bread in high pale ...
On such a day the shrunken streamSpends its last water and runs dry;Clouds like far turrets in a dreamStand baseless ...
Out of the heart of the city begottenOf the labour of men and their manifold hands,Whose souls, that were sprung ...
The Temple Bell was out of tune,That once out-melodied sun and moon.Instead of calling folk to prayerIt spread an evil ...
As by the pool I wandered that lies so clear and stillWith tall old trees about it, hard by the ...
1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often ...
The strength of twice three thousand horse That seeks the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry ...
I. The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine ...
A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal frost, Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost. High ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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