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A dozen poems

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The Buried City, by George Sylvester Viereck



My heart is like a city of the gay
Reared on the ruins of a perished one
Wherein my dead loves cower from the sun,
White-swathed like kings, the Pharaohs of a day.
Within the buried city stirs no sound,

Complete Poem


Pedestrian, by Bob Childs



His face froze
Wide eyed like a
Thief caught in a spotlight

Her scream took hold of her hands and
Locked them to the wheel

Complete Poem


A Dedication, by Thomas Alexander Browne (`Rolf Boldrewood')



They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less
Of sound than of words,
In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,
And songless bright birds;
Where, with fire and fierce drought on her tresses,

Complete Poem


Against Indifference, by Charles Webbe



MORE love or more disdain I crave;
Sweet, be not still indifferent:
O send me quickly to my grave,
Or else afford me more content!
Or love or hate me more or less,

Complete Poem


Of a rose, a lovely rose, Of a rose is al myn song., by Anonymous



LESTENYT, lordynges, both elde and yinge,
How this rose began to sprynge;
Swych a rose to myn lykynge
In al this word ne knowe I non.

The Aungil came fro hevene tour,

Complete Poem


Sonet, by Mark Alexander Boyd



FRA bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin,
Ourhailit with my feeble fantasie;
Like til a leaf that fallis from a tree,
Or til a reed ourblawin with the win.

Twa gods guides me: the ane of tham is blin,

Complete Poem


As in the Midst of Battle there is Room, by George Santayana



As in the midst of battle there is room
For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
As gossips whisper of a trinket's worth
Spied by the death-bed's flickering candle-gloom;
As in the crevices of Caesar's tomb

Complete Poem


Jock O'Hazeldean, by Walter Scott



Child Ballad 293

Why weep ye by the tide, lady
Why weep ye by the tide?
I'll wed ye to my youngest son
And ye shall be his bride

Complete Poem


A Hymn, by James Shirley



O FLY, my Soul! What hangs upon
Thy drooping wings,
And weighs them down
With love of gaudy mortal things?

The Sun is now i' the east: each shade

Complete Poem


The Song of Tigilau, by Marcus Clarke



The song of Tigilau the brave,
Sina's wild lover,
Who across the heaving wave
From Samoa came over:
Came over, Sina, at the setting moon!

Complete Poem


The Kings, by Louise Imogen Guiney



A man said unto his Angel:
"My spirits are fallen low,
And I cannot carry this battle:
O brother! where might I go?

"The terrible Kings are on me

Complete Poem


Brunch At Work, by Maggie Lamont



Two charred tomatoes,
scrambled eggs & Irish Bacon
I tear at the spiced pork with my teeth
Coffee and Icewater
Lifting a huge pot full of potatoes

Complete Poem

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