Sonnets Of Old Egypt (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
I The Sphinx The spires of sand spring up at every gust That bids them dance and scatter and lays them low: He sits ...
I The Sphinx The spires of sand spring up at every gust That bids them dance and scatter and lays them low: He sits ...
When I was but a little boy Who hunted in the wood To scare or mangle or destroy A freakish elemental joy That tasted ...
From every quarter we, Who bent the trembling knee And cowered or grovelled prostrate day and night, Now come once more to sing A ...
The bulging cloud mounts lazily In shade where sunlight glances through, And sweeping lightly from the tree Melts indolently in the blue. The scanty ...
Lonely wonder, delight past hoping! Sky-line broken by stirring trees, Grey rocks hither and shoreward sloping, Silent bracken about my knees. Dusky scrub where ...
Dearest, when I left your side, I stood a moment, hesitating, And plunged. The boiling tide Of darkness took me, and down I ...
What of these tender feet That have never toddled yet? What dances shall they beat, With what red vintage wet?In what wild way ...
Out of the pregnant darkness, where from fire To glimmering fire the watchword leaps, The dirge floats up from those who build ...
Stupidity and Selfishness and Fear, Who hold enslaved the intellect of Man, Have found their victims here. We saw them go, alert to ...
I. Yonder, with eyes that tears, not distance, dim, With ears the wide world's thickness cannot daunt, We see tumultuous miseries that haunt The ...
The patriot from his walls of brass Is singing loudly as I pass; With fearless heart and open eyes, He shouts the ancient ...
I. The beast exultant spreads the nostril wide, Snuffing a sickly hate-enkindling scent; Proud of his rage, on sudden carnage bent, He leaps, and ...
OUR little queen of dreams, Our image of delight, Which whitens east and gleams And beckons from the height, Takes ...
One very rough day on the Pride of the Fray In the scuppers a poor little cabin-boy lay, When the Bosun drew ...
A singing voice is in my dream The voice of Erskine, on his boulders, Babbling and shouting till he shoulders Stoutly against the ...
Far down the reach a creeping mist Hung dim along the mountain side; On shadowed water, sleek and whist, I let the lazy ...
An outcry in the bush below, A crash, and boughs that sway, And shouts of laughter let me know Where my two ruffians ...
HERE lies the woven garb he wore Of grass he gathered by the shore Whereon the phantom waves still fret ...
Love may trace his echoing footsteps, yet we never more shall meetRugged Kretschmann, the musician, plodding down a Sydney street,Never ...
The cold green rocks and lapping waves Are all my world as here I sit With downcast eye and heart that craves The ...
Alone I sit in the dusk and see Surely the living faces, dear to me, Of comrades who have thrown All that they had, ...
The foamy waves are swishing As patiently we thud, But O the wave of wishing That surges in my blood! Along the ocean's rim, ...
Not till the sun, that brings to birth The myriad marvels of the earth And bids us look with wandering eyes On all ...
When my time is come to die, I would shun the decent gloom, Whispered word and weeping eye, Fitful hum of knowing fly Questing ...
Beside the path, on either hand, To keep the garden beds, The rusted iron pickets stand Thin shafts and pointed heads. And straight my ...
The seeking souls, by baleful fires made blind, Torn by entrapping brambles, thirsty and mad, Hear on the lonely waste the stealthy ...
O Merlin, how the magic from your eyes Bids the world flame about your idle feet, And makes a marvel of the ...
Eternal cold of silence, where each sound Dies in its birth, and Death's pale henchmen meet With soft Lethean traps unwary feet Or ...
ABOVE us hangs the jewelled night; And how her restful cool caresses Make us forget the weary sight Of summer's ...
He looks beyond the veils of night and day; He hearkens in the silence, and has heard The ancient woods by dryad ...
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