The Anarchist. (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,The darkness shudders slowly into light;And from the weary bosom of the nightThe ...
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,The darkness shudders slowly into light;And from the weary bosom of the nightThe ...
FOR nine drear nights my darling has been dead;And ah, dear God! I cannot dream of her!Now I shall see ...
A PAIR of lovers in the street! I dare not mock: with reverence meet My unforgetting heart I cheat. ...
Wellington.HERE, where the surges of a world of seaBreak on our bastioned walls with league-long sweep,Four fair young queens their ...
THEY lie unwatched, in waste and vacant places,In sombre bush or wind-swept tussock spaces,Where seldom human treadAnd never human trace ...
A LONE rose in a garden burned - a quivering flame,But yesterday blindly from out the bud it came;And now ...
LAST night I saw the Pleiades again, Faint as a drift of steam From some tall chimney-stack; ...
THE terrible tranquillity of space!My soul shrinks back in sudden doubt. I fearThe myriad eyes that through the ether peer,And ...
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