Daily Archives: September 18, 2016

Poem – Bonaparte 

From a rude isle, his ruder lineage came. The spark, that, from a suburb hovel’s hearth  Ascending, wraps some capital in flame, Hath not a meaner or more sordid birth.  And for the soul that bade him waste the earth— … Continue reading

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Poem – Ancient Gaelic Melody

I.Birds of omen dark and foul, Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl, Leave the sick man to his dream –  All night long he heard you scream. Haste to cave and ruin’d tower, Ivy tod, or dingled-bower, There to wink and … Continue reading

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Poem – Answer

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name. 

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Poem – An Hour with Thee

An hour with thee! When earliest day  Dapples with gold the eastern gray,  Oh, what can frame my mind to bear  The toil and turmoil, cark and care,  New griefs, which coming hours unfold,  And sad remembrance of the old?  … Continue reading

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Poem – A Serenade

Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh  The sun has left the lea,  The orange-flower perfumes the bower,  The breeze is on the sea.  The lark, his lay who trill’d all day,  Sits hush’d his partner nigh;  Breeze, bird, and … Continue reading

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