The Wanderer (Christopher Brennan Poems)
When window-lamps had dwindled, then I roseand left the town behind me; and on my waypassing a certain door I ...
When window-lamps had dwindled, then I roseand left the town behind me; and on my waypassing a certain door I ...
The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I ...
Sweet days of breaking light,or yet the shadowy mightand blaze of starry strifepossess'd my life;sweet dawn of Beauty's day,first hint ...
The yellow gas is fired from street to streetpast rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit,dead churches, and the unending ...
THE PANGS that guard the gates of joy, the naked sword that will be kist, how distant seem'd they to ...
Dies Dominica! the sunshine burnsstrong incense on the breathing fields of morn:lucid, intense, all colour towards it yearnsthat souls of ...
Dawns of the world, how I have known you all, so many, and so varied, and the same! dawns o'er ...
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