The Barrel-Organ (Alfred Noyes Poems)
There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street In the City as the sun sinks low; And the music's not ...
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, ...
Sun-child, as you watched the rain Beat the pane, Saw the garden of your ...
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 ...
I England, my mother, Lift to my western sweetheart ...
This is the song of the wind as it cameTossing the flags of the nations to flame: _I am ...
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 ...
How should we praise those lads of the old Vindictive Who looked Death straight in the eyes, Till his ...
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,Shadows of the dappled deer, ...
IMoving through the dew, moving through the dew, Ere I waken in the city-Life, thy dawn makes all things new! ...
They are buffeting out in the bitter grey weather,—Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down!—Sea-lark singing to Golden ...
I.Black-veiled, black-gowned, she rides in bus and train, With eyes that fill too listlessly for tears.Her waxen hands clasp and ...
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 ...
(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 ...
(After a glimpse of a certain monument in New York, during theVictory Celebration)The thousand-windowed towers were all alight. Throngs of ...
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