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In Time Of Sickness In Time Of Sickness

In Time Of Sickness
Lost Youth, come back again!Laugh at weariness and pain.Come not in dreams, but come in truth, Lost Youth.Sweetheart of long ago,Why do you haunt me so?Were you not glad to part, Sweetheart?Still Death, that draws so near,Is it hope you bring, or fear?Is it only ease of breath, Still Death?(The end)Robert F. Murray's poem: In Time Of Sickness... Poems - Post by : hirini-reedy - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 2877

The Haunted Chamber The Haunted Chamber

The Haunted Chamber
Life is a house where many chambers be, And all the doors will yield to him who tries, Save one of men say, behind it liesThe haunting secret. He who keeps the key,Keeps it securely, smiles perchance to see The eager hands stretched out to clutch the prize, Or looks with pity in the yearning eyes,And is half moved to let the secret free.And truly some at every hour pass through, Pass through, and tread upon that solemn floor, Yet come not back to tell... Poems - Post by : Prospa02 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 706

For Scotland For Scotland

For Scotland
Beyond the Cheviots and the Tweed, Beyond the Firth of Forth,My memory returns at speed To Scotland and the North.For still I keep, and ever shall, A warm place in my heart for Scotland,Scotland, Scotland, A warm place in my heart for Scotland.Oh, cruel off St. Andrew's Bay The winds are wont to blow!They either rest or gently play, When there in dreams I go.And there I wander, young again, With limbs that do not tire,Along the coast to Kittock's Den, With whinbloom all afire.I... Poems - Post by : delbuzz - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 1911

An Exile's Song An Exile's Song

An Exile's Song
My soul is like a prisoned lark, That sings and dreams of liberty,The nights are long, the days are dark, Away from home, away from thee!My only joy is in my dreams, When I thy loving face can see.How dreary the awakening seems, Away from home, away from thee!At dawn I hasten to the shore, To gaze across the sparkling sea--The sea is bright to me no more, Which parts me from my home and thee.At twilight, when the air grows chill, And cold and leaden is... Poems - Post by : grahammcc - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 3312

A Late Good Night A Late Good Night

A Late Good Night
My lamp is out, my task is done, And up the stair with lingering feetI climb. The staircase clock strikes one. Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!My solitary room I gain. A single star makes incompleteThe blackness of the window pane. Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!Dim and more dim its sparkle grows, And ere my head the pillows meet,My lids are fain themselves to close. Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!My lips no other words can say, But still... Poems - Post by : shaulb - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 1483

The True Liberal The True Liberal

The True Liberal
The truest Liberal is heWho sees the man in each degree,Who merit in a churl can prize,And baseness in an earl despise,Yet censures baseness in a churl,And dares find merit in an earl.(The end)Robert F. Murray's poem: True Liberal... Poems - Post by : expat - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 1046

Art's Discipline Art's Discipline

Art's Discipline
Long since I came into the school of Art,A child in works, but not a child in heart.Slowly I learn, by her instruction mild,To be in works a man, in heart a child.(The end)Robert F. Murray's poem: Art's Discipline... Poems - Post by : lduncanjr - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 3244

A Coincidence A Coincidence

A Coincidence
Every critic in the townRuns the minor poet down;Every critic--don't you know it?Is himself a minor poet.(The end)Robert F. Murray's poem: Coincidence... Poems - Post by : eialici - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 1753

Make-believes Make-believes

Make-believes
When I was young and well and glad,I used to play at being sad;Now youth and health are fled away,At being glad I sometimes play.(The end)Robert F. Murray's poem: Make-Believes... Poems - Post by : iwanthewarrior - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 2661

Death At The Window Death At The Window

Death At The Window
This morning, while we sat in talk Of spring and apple-bloom,Lo! Death stood in the garden walk, And peered into the room.Your back was turned, you did not see The shadow that he made.He bent his head and looked at me; It made my soul afraid.The words I had begun to speak Fell broken in the air.You saw the pallor of my cheek, And turned--but none was there.He came as sudden as a thought, And so departed too.What made him leave his task unwrought?... Poems - Post by : ni_rumi - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 1284

After Waterloo After Waterloo

After Waterloo
On the field of Waterloo we made Napoleon rue That ever out of Elba he decided for to come,For we finished him that day, and he had to run away, And yield himself to Maitland on the Billy-ruffium.'Twas a stubborn fight, no doubt, and the fortune wheeled about, And the brave Mossoos kept coming most uncomfortable near,And says Wellington the hero, as his hopes went down to zero, 'I wish to God that Blooker or the night was only here!'But Blooker came at length, and we broke Napoleon's strength, And the... Poems - Post by : boboli - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 779

The Death Of William Rufus The Death Of William Rufus

The Death Of William Rufus
The Red King's gone a-hunting, in the woods his father madeFor the tall red deer to wander through the thicket and the glade,The King and Walter Tyrrel, Prince Henry and the restAre all gone out upon the sport the Red King loves the best.Last night, when they were feasting in the royal banquet-hall,De Breteuil told a dream he had, that evil would befallIf the King should go to-morrow to the hunting of the deer,And while he spoke, the fiery face grew well-nigh pale to hear.He drank until the fire came back, and all his heart was brave,Then bade them keep such... Poems - Post by : Kiwi-G - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 1089

The Burial Of William The Conqueror The Burial Of William The Conqueror

The Burial Of William The Conqueror
Oh, who may this dead warrior be That to his grave they bring?'Tis William, Duke of Normandy, The conqueror and king.Across the sea, with fire and sword, The English crown he won;The lawless Scots they owned him lord, But now his rule is done.A king should die from length of years, A conqueror in the field,A king amid his people's tears, A conqueror on his shield.But he, who ruled by sword and flame, Who swore to ravage France,Like some poor serf without a name, Has... Poems - Post by : zmoen - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 2884

A Christmas Fancy A Christmas Fancy

A Christmas Fancy
Early on Christmas Day, Love, as awake I lay,And heard the Christmas bells ring sweet and clearly, My heart stole through the gloom Into your silent room,And whispered to your heart, 'I love you dearly.' There, in the dark profound, Your heart was sleeping sound,And dreaming some fair dream of summer weather. At my heart's word it woke, And, ere the morning broke,They sang a Christmas... Poems - Post by : mrhits - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 1773

Partnership In Fame Partnership In Fame

Partnership In Fame
Love, when the present is become the past, And dust has covered all that now is new, When many a fame has faded out of view,And many a later fame is fading fast--If then these songs of mine might hope to last, Which sing most sweetly when they sing of you, Though queen and empress wore oblivion's hue,Your loveliness would not be overcast.Now, while the present stays with you and me, In love's copartnery our hearts combine, Life's loss and gain in equal shares to take.Partners... Poems - Post by : ideadoc1 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 3159

My Lady My Lady

My Lady
My Lady of all ladies! Queen by right Of tender beauty; full of gentle moods; With eyes that look divine beatitudes,Large eyes illumined with her spirit's light;Lips that are lovely both by sound and sight, Breathing such music as the dove, which broods Within the dark and silence of the woods,Croons to the mate that is her heart's delight.Where is a line, in cloud or wave or hill, To match the curve which rounds her soft-flushed cheek? A colour, in the sky of morn or... Poems - Post by : vbhnl - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 1888

A Criticism Of Critics A Criticism Of Critics

A Criticism Of Critics
How often have the critics, trained To look upon the skyThrough telescopes securely chained, Forgot the naked eye.Within the compass of their glass Each smallest star they knew,And not a meteor could pass But they were looking through.When a new planet shed its rays Beyond their field of vision,And simple folk ran out to gaze, They laughed in high derision.They railed upon the senseless throng Who cheered the brave new light.And yet the learned men were wrong, The simple folk were right.(The end)Robert F. Murray's... Poems - Post by : daniel8562ha - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 2880

The First Meeting The First Meeting

The First Meeting
Last night for the first time, O Heart's Delight, I held your hand a moment in my own, The dearest moment which my soul has known,Since I beheld and loved you at first sight.I left you, and I wandered in the night, Under the rain, beside the ocean's moan. All was black dark, but in the north aloneThere was a glimmer of the Northern Light.My heart was singing like a happy bird, Glad of the present, and from forethought free,Save for one note amid its music heard: God grant,... Poems - Post by : hintipe - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 2213

A New Song To An Old Tune--from Victor Hugo A New Song To An Old Tune--from Victor Hugo

A New Song To An Old Tune--from Victor Hugo
If a pleasant lawn there grow By the showers caressed,Where in all the seasons blow Flowers gaily dressed,Where by handfuls one may winLilies, woodbine, jessamine,I will make a path therein For thy feet to rest.If there live in honour's sway An all-loving breastWhose devotion cannot stray, Never gloom-oppressed--If this noble breast still wakeFor a worthy motive's sake,There a pillow I will make For thy head to rest.If there be a dream of love, Dream that God has blest,Yielding daily treasure-trove Of delightful zest,With the scent... Poems - Post by : Dennis_Murphy - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 3228

In Time Of Sorrow In Time Of Sorrow

In Time Of Sorrow
Despair is in the suns that shine, And in the rains that fall,This sad forsaken soul of mine Is weary of them all.They fall and shine on alien streets From those I love and know.I cannot hear amid the heats The North Sea's freshening flowThe people hurry up and down, Like ghosts that cannot lie;And wandering through the phantom town The weariest ghost am I.(The end)Robert F. Murray's poem: In Time Of Sorrow... Poems - Post by : arty49 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Robert F. Murray - Read : 2701