A Loom of Years (Alfred Noyes Poems)
In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea,In the weary cry of the wind and ...
In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea,In the weary cry of the wind and ...
In the Black Country, from a little window, Before I slept, across the haggard wastes Of dust and ...
I.(_On many recent novels by the conventional unconventionalists_.)Old Pantaloon, lean-witted, dour and rich, After grim years of soul-destroying greed,Weds Columbine, ...
Sun-child, as you watched the rain Beat the pane, Saw the garden of your ...
I.Before those golden altar-lights we stood, Each one of us remembering his own dead.A more than earthly beauty seemed to ...
IHe sat with his foolish mouth agape at the golden glare of the sea,And his wizened ...
Old Grey Squirrel might have been Almost anything —Might have been a soldier, sailor, Tinker, tailor(Never a beggar-man, ...
O Hesper-Phosphor, far away Shining, the first, the last white star, Hear'st thou the strange, the ghostly cry, ...
When hawthorn buds are creaming white, And the red foolscap all stuck with may,Then lasses walk with eyes alight, And ...
The Temple Bell was out of tune,That once out-melodied sun and moon.Instead of calling folk to prayerIt spread an evil ...
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,Shadows of the dappled deer, ...
_And that a reply be received before midnight.__British Ultimatum_.Their Day was at twelve of the night, When the graves give ...
Apes and ivory, skulls and roses, in junks of old Hong-Kong, Gliding over a sea of dreams to a ...
(Written after entering New York Harbor at Daybreak)Up the vast harbor with the morning sun The ship swept in from ...
I know a land, I, too, Where warm keen incense on the sea-wind blows,And all the winter long the skies ...
(WHAT THE GHOSTS SAID.)And after all the labour and the pains,After the heaping up of gold on gold,After success that ...
The moon is up, the stars are bright.the wind is fresh and free!We're out to seek the gold tonightacross the ...
Now, in a breath, we'll burst those gates of gold, And ransack heaven before our moment fails. Now, in ...
When Shakespeare came to London He met no shouting throngs; He carried in his knapsack A scroll of quiet songs. ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
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