Four springtimes lost: and in the fifth we stand (Christopher John Brennan Poems)
Four springtimes lost: and in the fifth we stand,here in this quiet hour of glory, still,while o'er the bridal landthe ...
Four springtimes lost: and in the fifth we stand,here in this quiet hour of glory, still,while o'er the bridal landthe ...
Droop'st thou and fail'st? but these have never tired;winds of the region, free, they shine and sing,unurged, unguerdon'd: hast thou ...
Deep in my hidden country stands a peak,and none hath known its nameand none, save I, hath even skill to ...
I SAID, This misery must end:Shall I, that am a man and knowthat sky and wind are yet my friend,sit ...
Each day I see the long ships coming into portand the people crowding to their rail, glad of the shore:because ...
And shall the living waters heedour vain desire, insensate Art!and fill the common dust I kneadupgather'd from the trodden mart?As ...
Dawns of the world, how I have known you all,so many, and so varied, and the same!dawns o'er the timid ...
Dies Dominica! the sunshine burnsstrong incense on the breathing fields of morn:lucid, intense, all colour towards it yearnsthat souls of ...
I am driven everywhere from a clinging home,O autumn eves! and I ween'd that you would yethave made, when your ...
Deep mists of longing blur the landas in your late October eve:almost I think your hand might leaveits old caress ...
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