Posts by Mike Kennedy
The Beasts Confession
To the Priest, on Observing how most Men
The Beasts Confession To the Priest, on Observing how most Men mistake their own Talents When beasts could speak (the learned say, They still can do...
The Beasts Confession To the Priest, on Observing how most Men mistake their own Talents When beasts could speak (the learned say, They still can do...
Broken Love
MY Spectre around me night and day
Like a wild
Broken Love MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly for my sin. ‘A fathomles...
Broken Love MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly for my sin. ‘A fathomles...
An Imitation of Spenser
Golden Apollo, that thro heaven
An Imitation of Spenser Golden Apollo, that thro heaven wide Scatterst the rays of light, and truths beams, In lucent words my darkling verses dight,...
An Imitation of Spenser Golden Apollo, that thro heaven wide Scatterst the rays of light, and truths beams, In lucent words my darkling verses dight,...
Earth-Visitors
(To N.L.)
THERE were strange riders once, came
Earth-Visitors (To N.L.) THERE were strange riders once, came gusting down Cloaked in dark furs, with faces grave and sweet, And white as air. None k...
Earth-Visitors (To N.L.) THERE were strange riders once, came gusting down Cloaked in dark furs, with faces grave and sweet, And white as air. None k...
An Easter Flower Gift
O dearest bloom the seasons
An Easter Flower Gift O dearest bloom the seasons know, Flowers of the Resurrection blow, Our hope and faith restore; And through the bitterness of d...
An Easter Flower Gift O dearest bloom the seasons know, Flowers of the Resurrection blow, Our hope and faith restore; And through the bitterness of d...
The Bard of Furthest Out
He longed to be a Back-Blocks Bard,
And
The Bard of Furthest Out He longed to be a Back-Blocks Bard, And fame he wished to win— He wrote at night and studied hard (He read The Bulletin); ...
The Bard of Furthest Out He longed to be a Back-Blocks Bard, And fame he wished to win— He wrote at night and studied hard (He read The Bulletin); ...
A Voice from the City
On western plain and eastern hill
Where
A Voice from the City On western plain and eastern hill Where once my fancy ranged, The station hands are riding still And they are little changed. B...
A Voice from the City On western plain and eastern hill Where once my fancy ranged, The station hands are riding still And they are little changed. B...
The Men Who Live It Down
I have sinned, like others, blindly,
The Men Who Live It Down I have sinned, like others, blindly, without thought and without fear, And my best friends say it kindly, ‘You should go a...
The Men Who Live It Down I have sinned, like others, blindly, without thought and without fear, And my best friends say it kindly, ‘You should go a...
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