The Bush (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
As the red Maclean went to and fro 'Twixt Duart and Cairnburg tower, One day he chanced to spy a ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
A HEAVY and desolate sense of life Is all the Past makes mine-and stillA cold contempt of ...
LOFTY and strenuous of sentimentBut narrow and partial in its scope and bent,And thence the bigot of a local setOf ...
Oh, the summer time is beautiful, with all its sunny sky,The soft sweet carol of the birds and streams that ...
We are as mendicants who waitAlong the roadside in the sun.Tatters of yesterday and shredsOf morrow clothe us every one.And ...
Oh say not that no perfume dwells;The wilding flowers among,Say not that in the forest dellsIs heard no voice of ...
WITHOUT my door at morning-tide There rang a summons hale and fair;I roused and threw the portal wide, ...
"The bright sea washed beneath her feet, As it had done of yore, The well-remembered odor sweet Came ...
Open horizons round,O mounting mind, to scenes unsung,Wherein shall walk a lusty Time:Our Earth is young;Of measure without bound;Infinite are ...
O gentlest love, I have not playedFor you upon the lute of jade;Nor on that fabulous bassoonWrought from the horns ...
The new moon marked the twilight hour, A night-jar quavered eerily, And swallows circled round the tower-- Saint ...
THE moon was up last night, and all the earthWas gay under the favor of her face;Secure from wandering footsteps, ...
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, ...
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
With tears they buried you to-day, But well I knew no turf could hold Your gladness long beneath the mould, ...
The moonlight breaks upon the city's domes, And falls along cemented steel and stone, Upon the grayness of a million ...
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