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 ...
There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street In the City as the sun sinks low; And the music's not ...
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, ...
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 ...
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 ...
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, ...
How should we praise those lads of the old Vindictive Who looked Death straight in the eyes, Till his ...
The Temple Bell was out of tune,That once out-melodied sun and moon.Instead of calling folk to prayerIt spread an evil ...
(Written after hearing a line of Keats repeated by a passing strangerunder the palms of Southern California.)Under the palms of ...
Elf-blooded creature, little did he reck Of this blind world's delights,Content to wreathe his legs around his neck ...
You were weeping in the night, said the Emperor, "Weeping in your sleep, I am told.""It was nothing but a ...
The round brown sails were reefed and struggling home Over the glitter and gloom of the angry deep: ...
IMoving through the dew, moving through the dew, Ere I waken in the city-Life, thy dawn makes all things new! ...
_And that a reply be received before midnight.__British Ultimatum_.Their Day was at twelve of the night, When the graves give ...
Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe, And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died,Looked through ...
There came a crowder to the Mermaid Inn, One dark May night,Fiddling a tune that quelled our motley din, With ...
(Written after entering New York Harbor at Daybreak)Up the vast harbor with the morning sun The ship swept in from ...
I.If souls could sing to heaven's high King As blackbirds pipe on earth, How those delicious courts would ...
_There are no ghosts in America._There are no ghosts, you say, To haunt her blaze of light;No shadows in her ...
Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight, The lean black cruisers search the sea. Night-long their level shafts of light Revolve,and ...
II found a dreadful acre of the dead, Marked with the only sign on earth that saves. The wings ...
I.Black-veiled, black-gowned, she rides in bus and train, With eyes that fill too listlessly for tears.Her waxen hands clasp and ...
I.There is one road, one only, to the Light: A narrow way, but Freedom walks therein;A straight, firm road through ...
STEADFAST as any soldier of the lineHe served his England, with the imminent deathPoised at his heart. Nor could the ...
Trumpeter, sound for the last Crusade!Sound for the fire of the red-cross kings, Sound for the passion, ...
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