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oh but her beauty gone how lonely
then will seem all reverie
how black to me | img2poems |
all things will sad be made
and every hope a memory
all gladness dead | img2poems |
ghosts of the past will know
my weakest hour and whisper to me
and coldly go | img2poems |
and hers in deep of sleep
clothed in its mortal beauty i shall see
and waking weep | img2poems |
naught will my mind then find
in man's false heaven my peace to be
all blind and blind | img2poems |
and none lifts a hand to withhold
a friend from the touch of that foe
heart cries unto heart thou art old | img2poems |
there now
death goes
mayhap i've wearied him | img2poems |
come love my lad
nodding that drowsy head
'tis time thy prayers were said | img2poems |
even the gods must feel
a smarting of the eyes
as these fumes upsweal | img2poems |
while the shape who hoofs applause
behind our deafened ear
hoots angel-wise the cause | img2poems |
heavenly archer bend thy bow
now the flame of life burns low
youth is gone i too would go | img2poems |
even fortune leads to this
harsh or kind at last she is
murderess of all ecstasies | img2poems |
yet the spirit dark alone
bound in sense still hearkens on
for tidings of a bliss foregone | img2poems |
each ebook is in a subdirectory of the same number as the ebook's
ebook number often in several formats including plain vanilla ascii
compressed html and others | img2poems |
ah me
what a strange what a gladsome duet
from a house in the deeps of a wood | img2poems |
such shrill and such harsh voices never met yet
a-laughing as loud as they could could could
a-laughing as loud as they could | img2poems |
now only night is where the pedlar was
and bleak as frost upon a quickling bud
his magic steals in darkness o alas | img2poems |
why all the morning hath the cuckoo tolled
sad to and fro in green and secret ways
with solemn bells the burden of his days | img2poems |
wh-s-st
said dame hickory ye false faerie
ye cry like a wolf ye do and trouble poor me | img2poems |
the fiends stared down with leaden eye
fanning the chill air duskily
'twixt their hoods they stoop and cry | img2poems |
for every tooth
of his in sooth
a stag in pawn i hold o | img2poems |
what ghostly hound is this that fleet
comes fawning to his mistress' feet
and courses round his master | img2poems |
how swiftly love
may grief remove
how happy make disaster | img2poems |
o
who are ye sweet lucy cries that in a dreadful ring
all muffled up in brindled shawls do caper frisk and spring | img2poems |
withdraw my curtains from the night
upon my eyelids while i sleep
and soothe me with her beams benign | img2poems |
child do you love the flower
ashine with colour and dew
lighting its transient hour | img2poems |
posting date: november
release date: january
first posted: october | img2poems |
go little book and if an one would speak
thee ill let him bethink him that thou art
the child of one who loves thee well | img2poems |
why when i saw you last a smile wuz restin' on your face
like you wuz glad to sleep forever in that lonely place
and so you wuz 'nd i 'd be too if i wuz sleepin' so | img2poems |
but bein' how a brother's love ain't for the world to know
whenever i've this heartache 'nd this chokin' in my throat
i lay it all to thinkin' of casey's tabble dote | img2poems |
but madge ye hoyden laught cried
oho oho in girlish glee
and noe thing mo replied | img2poems |
then ben sir tomas sore despight
and back unto his hall went hee
with face as ashen white | img2poems |
but robin did not pay no heede
and they ben wed a somer night
danct upon ye meade | img2poems |
ye which gave joy to robin's soul
saies robin: divell be it soe
an that you make me whoale | img2poems |
hush bonnie dinna greit
moder will rocke her sweete
balow my boy | img2poems |
gin thou dost sleepe perchaunce
fayries will come to daunce
balow my boy | img2poems |
then droned a bomblebee
saftly this songe to thee
balow my boy | img2poems |
soe bonnie dinna greit
moder doth rock her sweete
balow my boy | img2poems |
last night whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing
i heard a moder to her dearie singing
lollyby lolly lollyby | img2poems |
and presently that chylde did cease hys weeping
and on his moder's breast did fall a-sleeping
to lolly lolly lollyby | img2poems |
faire ben the chylde unto his moder clinging
but fairer yet the moder's gentle singing
lollyby lolly lollyby | img2poems |
and angels came and kisst the dearie smiling
in dreems while him hys moder ben beguiling
with lolly lolly lollyby | img2poems |
chloe of thrace
with what a grace
does she at song or harp employ her | img2poems |
i'd gladly die
if only i
might live forever to enjoy her | img2poems |
and will you hear this song of mine
a song of the land of murk and mist
where bideth the bud the dew hath kist | img2poems |
and best of all the paragraphs are pointed as a tack
and that's because they emanate
from little mack | img2poems |
so when a politician with a record's on the track
we're apt to hear some history
from little mack | img2poems |
what profanations these
that seek to dim the glories
of apple-pie and cheese | img2poems |
but the child heard not the sea
calling yearning evermore
for the summer on the shore | img2poems |
give us a tune the foemen cried
in one of their profane caprices
i bade them no they frowned and lo | img2poems |
this fiddle was the village pride
its wizard art set every heart
as well as every foot to dancing | img2poems |
up at that peach a club they threw
down from the stem on which it grew
fell that peach of emerald hue | img2poems |
john took a bite and sue a chew
and then the trouble began to brew
trouble the doctor couldn't subdue | img2poems |
i hear thy voice dear lord
in singing winds in falling snow
the curfew chimes the midnight bell | img2poems |
sleep well my child it murmurs low
the guardian angels come and go
o child sleep well | img2poems |
they give me joy
without alloy
and isn't that what books are made for | img2poems |
a plague i say
on maidens gay
i'll weave no compliments to tell 'em | img2poems |
vain fool i were
did i prefer
those dolls to these old friends in vellum | img2poems |
and where is thy daughter
we would she were here
go fetch us that maiden to gladden our cheer | img2poems |
and lo
as they stood in the doorway the white
of a shroud and a dead shrunken face met their sight | img2poems |
i show no sign of fear
when bacchus sends his blessing friends
i drown my panic in his cheer | img2poems |
wall that wuz quite another thing we owned that ary cuss
who'd worked f'r mr
dana must be good enough fer us | img2poems |
i don't object that men should air
the gallic they have paid for
for that's what french was made for | img2poems |
come brother
from your winding-sheet
and let us two be boys again | img2poems |
ho bonnie fairy bring my dearie back to me
got a lump o' sugar an' a posie for you
only bring back my wee wee croodlin doo | img2poems |
then spake kyng arthure: if soe be you mind to do no ill
come enter into camelot and eat and drink your fill
but say me first what you are hight and what mought be your quest | img2poems |
oh then and there was grevious lamentation all arounde
for nony dame nor damosel in camelot ben found
gone like ye forest leaves that speed afore ye autumn wind | img2poems |
patiently i'll go
singing to the end
comrades to your wine | img2poems |
when sorry tom received the gang perlitely at the door
he said that keerds would be allowed upon the second floor
and then he asked us would we like a drop uv ody vee | img2poems |
a conversazzhyony is a thing where people speak
the langwidge in the which they air partickulerly weak
i see sez sorry tom you grasp what that 'ere lingo means | img2poems |
you bet yer boots sez hoover i've lived at noo orleens
an' though i ain't no frenchie nor kin unto the same
i kin parly voo an' git there too like eli toot lee mame | img2poems |
i hoped you'd pass me by
alas the years have sneaked away
and all is changed but i | img2poems |
i pledge thee in this wine
come let us journey on our way
a year good thirty-nine | img2poems |
be thou or truth or dream he cried
or spirit of the restless tide
it booteth not to me god wot | img2poems |
at half-past ten came rapture then
of all those men was i most happy
for bottled beer and royal cheer | img2poems |
managing editor
john r
howard | img2poems |
suggested readings: in connection with the earlier poem ulysses and
the two voices in connection with the later poem maud memoir
of tennyson by lord hallam tennyson | img2poems |
a cavalry charge
my darling
ah the glass is out | img2poems |
breathes there the man with soul so dead
who never to himself hath said
this is my own my native land | img2poems |
whose heart has ne'er within him burned
as home his footsteps he hath turned
from wandering on a foreign strand | img2poems |
our father land
and wouldst thou know
why we should call it father land | img2poems |
the lyre was his and his the breathing might
of the immortal marble his the play
of diamond-pointed thought and golden tongue | img2poems |
go seek the sunshine race
ye find to-day
a broken column and a lute unstrung | img2poems |
within the burrowing worm had gnawed its home
a roofless ruin stands where once abode
the imperial race of everlasting rome | img2poems |
the men were bred in england
the bowman the yeoman
the lads of dale and fell | img2poems |
when mighty roast beef was the englishman's food
it ennobled our hearts and enriched our blood
our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good | img2poems |
but since we have learned from effeminate france
to eat their ragouts as well as to dance
we are fed up with nothing but vain complaisance | img2poems |
our fathers of old were robust stout and strong
and kept open house with good cheer all day long
which made their plump tenants rejoice in this song | img2poems |
when good queen elizabeth sat on the throne
ere coffee and tea and such slip-slops were known
the world was in terror if e'en she did frown | img2poems |
in those days if fleets did presume on the main
they seldom or never returned back again
as witness the vaunting armada of spain | img2poems |
daddy neptune one day to freedom did say
if ever i lived upon dry land
the spot i should hit on would be little britain | img2poems |
came by water he couldn't come by land
and dane pict and saxon their homes turned their backs on
and all for the sake of our island | img2poems |
the dons came to plunder the island
but snug in her hive the queen was alive
and buzz was the word of the island | img2poems |
the good wooden walls of the island
devil or don let them come on
and see how they'd come off the island | img2poems |
thy choicest gifts in store
on him be pleased to pour
long may he reign | img2poems |
we deemed of old thou held'st a charge from him
who watches girdled by his seraphim
to smite the wronger with thy destined rod | img2poems |
the brazen-throated clarion blows
across the pathan's reedy fen
and the high steeps of indian snows | img2poems |
o lonely himalayan height
gray pillar of the indian sky
where saw'st thou last in clanging fight | img2poems |
and that dread city of cabool
whose marble tanks are ever full
with water for the noonday heat | img2poems |
o stretch thy mighty hand
gigantic grown by toil
o'er the vast atlantic wave to our shore | img2poems |
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