Enceladus (Alfred Noyes Poems)
In the Black Country, from a little window, Before I slept, across the haggard wastes Of dust and ...
In the Black Country, from a little window, Before I slept, across the haggard wastes Of dust and ...
There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street In the City as the sun sinks low; And the music's not ...
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passedOut of the wood and saw the sickle moonFloating in daylight o'er the ...
There is a song of England that none shall ever sing; So ...
The sunset lingered in the pale green West: In rosy wastes the low soft evening starWoke; while the last white ...
Hushed are the whimpering winds on the hill, Dumb is the shrinking plain,And the songs that enchanted the woods ...
I.Before those golden altar-lights we stood, Each one of us remembering his own dead.A more than earthly beauty seemed to ...
This is the song of the wind as it cameTossing the flags of the nations to flame: _I am ...
Old Grey Squirrel might have been Almost anything —Might have been a soldier, sailor, Tinker, tailor(Never a beggar-man, ...
In old Japan, by creek and bay,The blue plum-blossoms blow,Where birds with sea-blue plumage gayThrough sea-blue branches go:Dragons are coiling ...
The Temple Bell was out of tune,That once out-melodied sun and moon.Instead of calling folk to prayerIt spread an evil ...
How like the sky she bends above her child, One with the great horizon of her pain! No sob ...
IMoving through the dew, moving through the dew, Ere I waken in the city-Life, thy dawn makes all things new! ...
Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe, And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died,Looked through ...
The man who discovered the use of a chair, _Odds--bobs-- What a wonderful man!_He used to sit down on ...
They are buffeting out in the bitter grey weather,—Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down!—Sea-lark singing to Golden ...
_There are no ghosts in America._There are no ghosts, you say, To haunt her blaze of light;No shadows in her ...
Shun the brush and shun the pen,Shun the ways of clever men,When they prove that black is white,Whey they swear ...
You that have gathered together the sons of all races, And welded them into one,Lifting the torch of your Freedom ...
O Mystery of life,That, after all our strife, Defeats, mistakes,Just as, at last, we seeThe road to victory, The tired ...
How few are they that voyage through the night On that eternal quest,For that strange light beyond our light, That ...
Last night I rode with Touchstone on a busFrom Ludgate Hill to World's End. It was he!Despite the broadcloth and ...
Long, long ago, He said,He who could wake the deadAnd walk upon the sea-"Come, follow Me.Leave your brown nets and ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
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