A Mood
... JEtooti T he cartwheels of the sun are sagging deep I see the spokes of Noon but yet the steep Ascent seems downward, Time, the driver, dead, His heavy waggon, ghost-like, vanished E. H. Visiak ...
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Erin
... iStttt BY A ROUMANIAN POET A poem composed by the Roumanian poet, Vasile Alexandri, forty years ago, which he dedicated to William C. Bonaparte-Wyse, the Irish poet and provencialist. Translated by H. ...
Waiting
... 1)1?. moon is smning nign uvuvl The long white lane, But I am wailing for my lone To come again. She gave me for a token fair, Tins berry red. She took it from her dusky hair, Before she fled. ...
Poem
... Blest was the sun of joy that shone i>or less inc uiiuumg >uuwu The bud of fifty years agone Is love's perfected flower. O Memory, ope the mystic door O beam of Youth return, And let the light that gl ...
To a War Horse
... E o a a r o v s r The Charger sniffing War's alarms With quivering nostrils, knees aprance That was the way when Calls to Arms And Battle roar seemed all romance, Appraised by canvas, drum, and shout ...
To the Real Heroes and Heroines
... tfje Heal heroes anti heroines To you, our Brothers, rackt with pain, Y et tameless in the battle hell To you who soothe with heart and brain, Dear Sisters of the canvas cell We pay our homage yet, wi ...
MY CHINA
... How well I can remember, thougli it was long ago, Those little china figures, placed grimly in a row; And when, in some neat cottage, I see the same bright delf, Fond memory takes me back aga ...
SUMMONED TO THE WAR
... 'Tis the Fatherland that calls me, O my mother, 'Tis the Fatherland that calls me, O my wife, Calls me and many a sad-hearted brother From the quiet hopes and labours of our life. ...
CAPILLUS VENERIS
... A single strand of golden hair, How comes it here upon my shoulder Blown from the head of lady fair Where did I meet or last behold her I'm certain that she must be young. And pretty ...
TO A DÉBUTANTE: AT THE QUEEN'S DRAWING ROOM
... TO A DEBUTANTE At the Queen's Drawing Room. In spotless virgin white, With lilies, just a few, And here a diamond flash, And there a drop of dew As a fair ship new launched, With snowy sails unfurle ...
Tay Bridge
... teg Iriiige SUNDAY, DEC. 28, 1875 Oh Bonnie Dundee, Oh Bonnie Dundee, Thy sorrow is ours, and our hearts bleed for thee, As thou standest all speechless and stricken in woe, here thy river runs mad in ...
THE POET'S REPLY
... o You ask my inmost musing, dear, You set too hard a task Forgive my quick refusing, dear, Of aught that you can ask. But I will write you verses, dear, In measure smooth and fine Or ...