Poems

Neither Snow When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing the maw of an […]

Ode on the Poetical Character As once, if not with light regard, I read aright that gifted bard, (Him whose school above the rest His loveliest […]

Ode to Evening If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy […]

Ode to Simplicity O thou, by Nature taught To breathe her genuine thought In numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong; Who first on mountains wild, In […]

Ode Written In The Beginning Of The Year 1746 How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country’s wishes blest! When Spring, with […]

The Only Day In Existence The early sun is so pale and shadowy, I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of a […]

The Passions. An Ode to Music When Music, heav’nly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, […]

Tomes There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry of China and Japan, and […]

A Bad Break The preacher quoted, and the cranks Among his congregation smiled, “How sharper than a serpent’s thanks It is to have a toothless child.” […]

A Matter of Knack Jock M’Pherson was a person who was boastful in conversin’, But respectable and ponderous and dignified withal! Con M’Carty was a party […]