Convict Once – Part Second. (James Brunton Stephens Poems)
I.1EVEN as water to him who thirsts wayfaring, dust-dry and burning,After sore heat and long stumbling in courses with never ...
I.1EVEN as water to him who thirsts wayfaring, dust-dry and burning,After sore heat and long stumbling in courses with never ...
THE scene is the Southern Hemisphere;The time - oh, any time of the yearWill do as well as another; say ...
A CHRISTMAS STORY.1IT was the time when geese despond,And turkeys make their wills;The time when Christians, to a man,Forgive each ...
GOD speaks by silence. Voice-dividing man,Who cannot triumph but he saith, Aha -Who cannot suffer without Woe is me -Who, ...
"DEAR RICHARD, come at once;" - so ran her letter;The letter of a married female friend:"She likes you both, and ...
IT little profits that, an idle man,On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,I mope, a solitary pelican,And glower ...
Brown was weeping; likewise cursing; and with amplitude of reason;For a letter had been handed him that very afternoonWhich proved ...
Come, take the tenner, doctor . . . yes, I know the bill says "five,"But it ain't as if you'd ...
[It is stated that a shepherd, who had for many years grazed his flocks ina district in which a rich ...
As I sit beside my little study window, looking downFrom the heights of contemplation (attic front) upon the town(Attic front, ...
We cried, " How long ! " We sighed, " Not yet; "And still with faces dawnward set" Prepare the ...
Dedicated by special permission to Her Most Gracious Majesty Queen Victoria.We cried, "How long!" We sighed, "Not yet;"And still with ...
THEY who say the bush is dull are not so very far astray,For this eucalyptic cloisterdom is anything but gay;But ...
Through what strange winding ways of circumstance,Through what conspiracies of time and chance,By what long chain of hands, from his ...
SHE is not yet, but he whose ear Thrills to that finer atmosphere Where footfalls of appointed things, Reverberant of ...
Not understood, we move along asunder; Our paths grow wider as the seasons creepAlong the years; we marvel and we wonder Why ...
Upon the orient utmost of the land,Enfranchised of the world, alone, and free,I stood; before me, and on either hand,The ...
I am a gentle Anarchist,I couldn't kick a dog,Nor ever would for sport assistTo pelt the helpless frog.I'd shoot a ...
A speck went blowing up against the skyAs little as a leaf: then it drew nearAnd broadened. -- ' It's ...
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