Outwards (Henry Jean-Marie Levet Poems)
To Francis JammesThe Armand Behic (of the Maritime Freight)Speeds along at fourteen knots over the Indian OceanThe sun sets in ...
To Francis JammesThe Armand Behic (of the Maritime Freight)Speeds along at fourteen knots over the Indian OceanThe sun sets in ...
SING, I pray, a little song,Mother dear!Neither sad nor very long:It is for a little maid,Golden-tressed Adelaide!Therefore let it suit ...
The youth that leaves his native land,And feels his heart reluctant swell,As friendship waves the parted hand,And fond affection looks ...
Because a little vagrant wind veered south from China Sea;Or else, because a sun-spot stirred; and yet again, maybeBecause some ...
I.ONCE more the people meet, With glad expectant faces: once again The fair young monarch and her lovely train, With ...
We'll think on thee, when Spring's fresh galeBreathes softly o'er the violets' bed -We'll think on thee, when Autumn paleWaves ...
You doubtless read the papers,And as men of observation,Of course you watch the progressOf Chinese immigration—For thousands of these pigtail ...
I'll sing a little ditty, whichI trust you'll not think flat.Of a fine fat saucy ChinamanWho lives on Ballarat,Whose pigtail ...
I entered the wide spreading streets - methoughtOf a vast city; all was bustle there:Crowds hurried on with eager looks ...
I hold him great who, for Love's sake, Can give with generous, earnest will; Yet ...
(With deep bows to Adelaide Anne Proctor's heirs, administrators and assigns.)Before I trust my ...
With wood and wool for Adelaide The paddle boats came downWhen here this spritely river maid Built up her river ...
For gold could Memory be bought, What treasures would she not be worth?If from afar she could be brought, I'd ...
SING, I pray, a little song, Mother dear! Neither sad nor very long: It is for a little maid, ...
Fate DefiedAs itWere tissue of silverI'll wear, O fate, thy grey,And go mistily radiant, cladLike the moon.Night WindsThe oldOld winds ...
Than spring's new scents The winter's earliest wind Blows from the hills the first faint breath Of Snow. Why have ...
Not spring's Thou art, but hers, Most cool, most virginal, Winter's, with thy faint breath, thy snows Rose-tinged. Adelaide Crapsey(Adelaide ...
But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk! Adelaide Crapsey(Adelaide ...
WHY do You thus devise Evil against her? "For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore." Adelaide Crapsey(Adelaide Crapsey)
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so ...
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