An English Poet. (Frank Sidgwick Poems)
The poet cried, ' I am obsessed, * And out of joint I find the times ; Silent the Muse ...
The poet cried, ' I am obsessed, * And out of joint I find the times ; Silent the Muse ...
1"Drown had a studio, Chelsea-way, And painted there throughout the day, And lived on bacon and beef and bread, And ...
When my ship comes in, as it's bound to come, I'll follow no poet to Innisfree, For I don't much ...
Made at the ' Cock.' Alfred, headwaiter at the ' Cock ' * Where nowadays I dine, Go fetch me ...
Bicycle, my bicycle, that liest where I lie, I've merely strained a tendon, but your time has come to die. ...
'A Lyttl Sooth Sermun.' If, on December 31, When the old year is nearly run, And night is nearing twelve ...
Abroad on a winter's night there ran Under the starlight, leaping the rills Swollen with snow-drip from the hills, Goat-legged, ...
The heirs of cultured ages, we Fashioned an idol for all to see. We all could see or thought we ...
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