Festus – XLV (Philip James Bailey Poems)
'Twas held of old by some heresiarch sage,Whose nobler name time bruits not overmuch,That evil and good, twin powers, as ...
'Twas held of old by some heresiarch sage,Whose nobler name time bruits not overmuch,That evil and good, twin powers, as ...
BLOOD is my daylight, and darkness too. Blessing of night has been gouged from my cheeks Bearing with it my more lucky ...
A West Australian Bushman's StoryWell, mate, you've asked about a fellowYou met to-day, in a black-and-yellowChain-gang suit, with a peddler's ...
Little lemon, beloved, you who are squeezed in my palm,And dumbfounded, woefully you stare at me, you just stare…You are ...
Where are the people as beautiful as poems,As calm as mirrors,With their oceanic longings —The idler whom reflection loved,The woman ...
LIFE said: "My house is thine with all its store; Behold I open shining ways to thee- Of every inner portal make ...
When he was old and thinAnd knew not night or dayHe would sit up to saySomething of the fire within.How ...
Who knocks at the Geraldine's door to-night In the black storm and the rain? With the thunder crash and the ...
This is an evil night to go, my sister, To the thorn-tree across the fairy rath, Will you not wait ...
. Now hearken, ye who take delight In boasting of your worth! To many ...
Hear the loud swell of it, mighty pell mell of it,Thousands of voices all blent into one:See "hell for leather" ...
CAN you go to another who wins in the fightAnd give him a hand-shake that "s true?Do you find yourself ...
Now hearken, ye who take delight In boasting of your worth! To many a man, to many a knight, Beloved ...
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years ...
The man above was a murderer, the man below was a thief; And I lay there in the bunk between, ...
Behold! I'm old; my hair is white; My eighty years are in the offing, And sitting by the fire to-night ...
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