Stanzas From The Fledgling Bard And The Poetry Societry (George Reginald Margetson Poems)
_Part I_I'm out to find the new, the modern school,Where Science trains the fledgling bard to fly,Where critics teach the ...
_Part I_I'm out to find the new, the modern school,Where Science trains the fledgling bard to fly,Where critics teach the ...
ITEMPESTWrapped round of the night, as a monster is wrapped of the ocean,Down, down through vast storeys of darkness, behold, ...
In the fair land o'erwatched by Ischia's mountains,Across the charmed bayWhose blue waves keep with Capri's silver fountainsPerpetual holiday,A king ...
I stand at the break of dayIn the Champs Elysees.The tremulous shafts of dawningAs they shoot o'er the Tuileries early,Strike ...
A long, low waste of yellow sandLay shining northward far as eye could reach,Southward a rocky bluff rose highBroken in ...
WHO of all statesmen is his country's pride,Her councils' prompter and her leaders' guide?He speaks; the nation holds its breath ...
I have scanned the roll of teachers, Have noted the Aarons and Hurs Who have stayed education's Moses, And removed the cumbrous bars That ...
What sayst thou, traveller, of all thou saw'st afar? On every tree hangs boredom, ripening to its fall,Didst gather it, thou ...
THERE is an old tradition sacred held in Wexford town,That says: "Upon St. Martin's Eve no net shall be let ...
With garments for sorrow torn, With eyelids heavy and red,A woman sat by a new-made grave, Bewailing her slaughtered dead--Weep! weep! weep! Tears ...
'I wash me 'ands uv 'im,' I tells 'em straight.'You women can do wot yeh dash well like.I leave this ...
Below, the tawny Tagus sweptPast royal gardens, breathing balm;Upon his couch the monarch slept;The world was still; the night was ...
Alone in the midst of the throng,'Mid the lights and the splendor alone,Her eyes, dropped for shame of her wrong,She ...
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat;Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul;An' all them joys o' ...
THE land was pale with famineAnd racked with fever-pain;The frozen fiords were fishless,The earth withheld her grain.Men saw the boding ...
As for Deirdre, she cried pitifully, wearily, and tore her fair hair,and she was talking of the sons of Usnach, ...
I was born in Boston in1949. I never wantedthis fact to be known, infact I've spent the betterhalf of my ...
'Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
Great honour hath Boston, the city, won of late in a glorious frayWith a handful of Portuguese fishers on that ...
A Rock, A River, A TreeHosts to species long since departed,Mark the mastodon.The dinosaur, who left dry tokensOf their sojourn ...
Wild air, world-mothering air,Nestling me everywhere,That each eyelash or hairGirdles; goes home betwixtThe fleeciest, frailest-flixedSnowflake; that 's fairly mixedWith, riddles, ...
I.Summer was dead and Autumn was expiring,And infant Winter laughed upon the landAll cloudlessly and cold;--when I, desiringMore in this ...
WITH what a grace she passed us by just now!Her delicate chin half raised, her cordial browA cloudless heaven of ...
My dear and I, we disagreed When we had been much time together. For when will lovers learn to sail From sailing always ...
"I will gain a fortune," the young man cried;"For Gold by the world is deified;Hence, whether the means be foul ...
(FROM THE GAELIC)The Hern at early morning cries,Where at Sleve-gail the meadow lies.Say, Duin's son, whom I love well,Canst thou ...
Have you ever heard of lynching in the great United States?'Tis an awful, awful story that the Negro man relates,How ...
There is this sunny place where I imagine him.A park on a hill whose grass wants to turnInto dust, & ...
FROM HER HOME beyond the river in the parting of the hills,Where the wattles fleecy blossom surged and scattered in ...
IO NINEVEH, thy realm is setUpon a base of rock and steelFrom where the under-rivers fretHigh up to where the ...
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