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with togas battle axes shields we made a dazzling show
when we were roman soldiers with brutus in st
jo | img2poems |
for love of art not lust for gold consumed us years ago
when we were roman soldiers with brutus in st
jo | img2poems |
my lips were sealed but that it seems quite proper you should know
that rome was nowhere in it at philippi in st
jo | img2poems |
and after all my suffering it were not hard to show
that i got my allopathic dose with brutus at st
jo | img2poems |
oh yes i travelled far and fast that night and i can show
the scars of honest wounds i got with brutus in st
jo | img2poems |
by which you see that public taste has fallen mighty low
since we fought as roman soldiers with brutus in st
jo | img2poems |
he was not dead
i found him there
the pan that i was after | img2poems |
it is to hear his voices
in every note and every line
wherein the heart rejoices | img2poems |
the wolf was very loath to stay
but oh
he could not get away | img2poems |
darned if we know but all the same
happy as larks are we
and happier still we're going to be | img2poems |
said lyman
and frederick
and jim | img2poems |
so it was peter
all day calling reminding and chiding
peter neglected his work therefore that nagging at peter | img2poems |
nor is it stated or guessed what was the trend of those volumes
what thing soever it was done with a pen and a pencil
wrought with a brain not a hoe surely 't was hostile to farming | img2poems |
fudge on all readin
they quoth or that's what's the ruin of
peter | img2poems |
peter derided these things held in such faith by the farmer
scouted at magic and charms hooted at jonahs and hoodoos
thinking and reading of books must have unsettled his reason | img2poems |
surely enough he went out into the damp of the morning
into the smudge that the witch spread over woodland and meadow
into the fleecy gray pall brooding on hillside and valley | img2poems |
laughing and scoffing he strode into that hideous vapor
just as he said he would do just as he bantered and threatened
ere they could fasten the door peter had done gone and done it | img2poems |
wasting his time over books you see had unsettled his reason
soddened his callow young brain with semi-pubescent paresis
and his neglect of his chores hastened this evil condition | img2poems |
this is the legend of old told in the tum-titty meter
which the great poets prefer being less labor than rhyming
nor have i further to say for the sad story is ended | img2poems |
of deep humiliation for the sullen hired-girl
of grief for mother hating to see things wasted so
and of fortune for that little boy who pined to taste that dough | img2poems |
it looked so sweet and yellow sure to taste it were no sin
but oh
how sister scolded if he stuck his finger in | img2poems |
but oh
how should i hail the death
that brings that vinous grace to me | img2poems |
but pretty girls and nice young men
observe a proper silence when
i chose to sing my lyrics to 'em | img2poems |
this man loves farming that man law
while this one follows pathways martial
what moots it whither mortals turn | img2poems |
so now good-by
to drugs say i
good-by thou phantom sorrow | img2poems |
so speak the three as there they lay
when lo
the white stag sped that way | img2poems |
on either margin our songs all done
we move apart while she singeth ever
taking the course of the stooping sun | img2poems |
false false a random charge a blame undue
wrest not fair reasoning to a crooked end
false false as you are true | img2poems |
be pale afar since still to me you shine
and must while nature's eldest law shall hold
ah there's the thought which makes his random line | img2poems |
take courage quoth he and respect the mind
your maker gave for good your fate fulfil
the fate round many hearts your own to wind | img2poems |
false path
it cost me priceless years of life
my well-beloved friend | img2poems |
o shame
they said such music is not meet
go up like ganymede | img2poems |
alas
though ne'er for me those eagle wings
stooped from their eyry proud | img2poems |
but strain to reach it ay with wrestlings stout
and hopes that even in the dark will grow
and ploddings wary and slow | img2poems |
and can i see this light
it may be so
but see it thus and thus my fathers said | img2poems |
if god indeed kept secret couldst thou know
or follow up the mighty artisan
unless he willed it so | img2poems |
that which i know and that which i divine
alas
have left thee out | img2poems |
i have aspired to know the might of god
as if the story of his love was furled
nor sacred foot the grasses e'er had trod | img2poems |
o man with eyes majestic after death
whose feet have toiled along our pathways rough
whose lips drawn human breath | img2poems |
when i looked i dared not sigh: in the light of god's splendor
with his daily blue and gold who am i
what am i | img2poems |
on that sultry august eve trouble had made me meek
i was tired of my sorrow o so faint for it was double
in the weight of its oppression that i could not speak | img2poems |
with that he spread his white wings and swept across the water
lit upon the hooded head and it and all went down
and they laughed as they went under and i woke the old man's daughter | img2poems |
o to be at least a cloud that near thee i might flow
solemnly approach the mountain weep away my being o'er thee
and veil thy breast with icicles and thy brow with snow | img2poems |
m
i'm hearty lass but warm the weather's warm
i think 'tis mostly warm on market days | img2poems |
m
all but this pat that i put by for george
he always loved my butter | img2poems |
c
but i want one to play with o i want
a little yellow duck to take to bed | img2poems |
f
now granny if you'll hold the babe awhile
'tis time i took up willie to his crib | img2poems |
george
well mother 'tis a fortnight now or more
since i set eyes on you | img2poems |
g
were not proud of them
eh mother | img2poems |
m
i set store by mine 'tis true
but then i had good cause | img2poems |
f
no he got his voice from you
do use it george and send the child to sleep | img2poems |
g
ay of the purple grapes and crimson leaves
but mother put your shawl and bonnet off | img2poems |
and frances lass i brought some cresses in
just wash them toast the bacon break some eggs
and let's to supper shortly | img2poems |
oft have i wooed sweet lettice white
by daylight and by candlelight
when we two were apart | img2poems |
some better day come on apace
and let me tell her face to face
maiden thou hast my heart | img2poems |
how gently rock yon poplars high
against the reach of primrose sky
with heaven's pale candles stored | img2poems |
she sees them all sweet lettice white
i'll e'en go sit again to-night
beside her ironing-board | img2poems |
turn back the cradle-quilt and lay him in
and mother will you please to draw your chair
the supper's ready | img2poems |
yet had i but the past she cries
and it was lost i would arise
and comfort me some other wise | img2poems |
we had a message long ago
that like a river peace should flow
and eden bloom again below | img2poems |
that was the last hill of the chain
and fair below i saw the plain
that seemed cold cheer to reprimand | img2poems |
half-drowned in sleepy peace it lay
as satiate with the boundless play
of sunshine in its green array | img2poems |
i looked my thought would make its way
fair is your child of face and limb
the round blue eyes full sweetly shine | img2poems |
a twelvemonths' child was at her side
'whose infant may that be
' i cried | img2poems |
she rose amazed but cursed me too
she could not hold such luck for true
but gave him soon with small ado | img2poems |
master good e'en to ye
a woodman said
who the low hedge was trimming with his shears | img2poems |
in sooth a lyre
and as the soft air played
those branches stirred but did not disunite | img2poems |
light it old sun wet it thou common dew
that 'neath men's feet its image still may be
while yet it waves above them living lyre like thee | img2poems |
only a passing mist the heaven o'ershrouds
it breaks it parts it drifts like scattered spars
what lies behind it but the nightly stars | img2poems |
gone
said the poet and about to be
forgotten: o how sad a fate is hers | img2poems |
ah
turret clock i would thy hand
were hid behind yon towering maple-trees | img2poems |
and had he friends
one friend perhaps said he
but for the rest i pray you let it be | img2poems |
i will not speak i will not speak to thee
my star
and soon to be my lost lost star | img2poems |
but shortly as there comes to most of us
there came to him the need to quit his home
to tell you why were simply hazardous | img2poems |
peace peace
he cried i lost thee but in truth
there are worse losses than the loss of youth | img2poems |
adieu
the poet said my vanished star
thy duty and thy happiness were one | img2poems |
although he was her friend: but still that day
where elm and hornbeam spread a towering dome
she crossed the dells to her ancestral home | img2poems |
love cannot cool the burning austral sand
nor show the secret waters that lie hid
in arid valleys of that desert land | img2poems |
silent they rest in solemn salvatory
sealed from the moth and the owl and the flitter-mouse
each with his name on his brow | img2poems |
'all the kings of the nations lie in glory
every one in his own house
then why not thou | img2poems |
that i bring thee guard it long
hide the light from buried eyes
hide it lest the dead arise | img2poems |
no more need
o mad mistake
with repentance in its wake | img2poems |
what change has made the pastures sweet
and reached the daisies at my feet
and cloud that wears a golden hem | img2poems |
this lovely world the hills the sward
they all look fresh as if our lord
but yesterday had finished them | img2poems |
and here's the field with light aglow
how fresh its boundary lime-trees show
and how its wet leaves trembling shine | img2poems |
between their trunks come through to me
the morning sparkles of the sea
below the level browsing line | img2poems |
i see the pool more clear by half
than pools where other waters laugh
up at the breasts of coot and rail | img2poems |
there as she passed it on her way
i saw reflected yesterday
a maiden with a milking-pail | img2poems |
but high she held her comely head
i cannot heed it now she said
for carrying of the milking-pail | img2poems |
from the clear pool her face had fled
it rested on my heart instead
reflected when the maid was gone | img2poems |
with happy youth and work content
so sweet and stately on she went
right careless of the untold tale | img2poems |
each step she took i loved her more
and followed to her dairy door
the maiden with the milking-pail | img2poems |
fair shine the blue that o'er her spreads
green be the pastures where she treads
the maiden with the milking-pail | img2poems |
and let alighting jackdaws fleet
adown it open-winged and pass
till they could touch with outstretched feet | img2poems |
she had not feared as i divine
because she had not hoped
alas | img2poems |
the sorrow of it
for that sign
came but to pass | img2poems |
red rocks that under waters show
blue reaches and a sailing skiff
were spread below | img2poems |
ah
why to that which needs it not
methought should costly things be given | img2poems |
sure home is best
' the son replied
'i have no home | img2poems |
'the perfect face and shed on it
a charm half feeling half surprise
and brim with dreams the exquisite | img2poems |
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