Gravity (Harold Monro Poems)
I Fit for perpetual worship is the powerThat holds our bodies safely to the earth.When people talk of their domestic ...
I Fit for perpetual worship is the powerThat holds our bodies safely to the earth.When people talk of their domestic ...
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me stillAnd I remember things I'd best forget.For now we've marched to a ...
Beat on the Tom-toms, and scatter the flowers, Jasmin, Hibiscus, vermillion and white,This is the day, and the Hour of Hours, Bring ...
Death was full urgent with thee, Sister dear, And startling in his speed;-Brief pain, then languor till thy end came near- Such ...
II christened you in happier days, beforeThese gray forebodings on my brow were seen;You are still lovely in your new-leaved ...
Thou, Lord! art all in all—and man is nought:For tho' in privileged hours his soaring thoughtWould seem to catch a ...
I asked to see the dead man's face, As I gave the servant my well-filled basket;And she deigned to lead me, ...
Dedicated to Rev. Thomas M. D. Ward.The voice of Macedonia's gone From California o'er the seas,And yet, to help her, there ...
In a church in New York City,On the weekly day of rest,There were young, and old, and pretty -Plainly some, ...
ITuscara! thou art lovely now,Thy woods, that frown'd in sullen strengthLike plumage on a giant's brow,Have bowed their massy pride ...
Twenty-five shots!And, out of all the spotsWhere a man could stand and shoot,You would have said, "Not there."Anywhere else it ...
Spring, with that nameless pathos in the airWhich dwells with all things fair,Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain,Is ...
A Prize Birthday Poem, 1885.We do not sing of vast domain-- Empires as vast as ours are seen,And o'er their millions ...
The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies,Like some huge piece of Nature's make, the growth of ...
We Have Been BelieversWe have been believers believing in the black gods of an old land, believing in the secrets of ...
You shadows refreshing,You darkness from roses now stealing;Where busily nestingThe songstress her home is revealing -,Where streams whose carousingNow lulls, ...
The song of Kilvani: fairest sheIn all the land of Savatthi.She had one child, as sweet and gayAnd dear to ...
BRAVE singer of the coming time,Sweet minstrel of the joyous present,Crowned with the noblest wreath of rhyme,The holly-leaf of Ayrshire's ...
Exiles came to the land of Siberia, and having chosen a broad site they built awooden house that they might ...
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,formerly used to ...
I KNOW a quite religious man Who utters praises when he can. Now I find God in bard and book, In school and ...
STRANGE feelings wildly throng around my heartOn this my natal day. They seem to comeLike mournful spirits from the distant ...
LET the haughty smile, the low defame,The heartless worldling mock;I thank my God my fathers cameOf the good old Pilgrim ...
LIKE the vultureWho on heavy morning cloudsWith gentle wing reposingLooks for his prey,—Hover, my song!For a God hathUnto each prescribedHis ...
IT was a cold and bitter winter night.The keen winds howled around like beasts of preySeeking for victims. A white ...
Come, let us leave the vain, the proud,The ambitious, and the worldly wise;Pomp's revels, turbulent and loud,And pleasure's tempting vanities;And ...
Wild spirit of song,--midst the zephyrs at play In bowers of beauty,--I bend to thy lay, And woo, while I worship in ...
Ye heedless Fair, who pass the live--long Day,In Dress and Scandal, Gallantry and Play;Who thro' new Scenes of Pleasure hourly ...
I PRAY thee by the soul of her that bore thee,By thine own sister's spirit I implore thee,Deal gently with ...
O Mtatsminda ! Thou Holy Mount ! the sight does hauntThe soul to thought - a place that wilderness has ...
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