Poems by John Kenyon
Written In A Country Churchyard
... And clogged with thoughts of stir and strife, ...
Happiness
... "Wouldst Thou be happy," 'twas replied, ...
Lines For A Scrap-Book
... Have filled the leaves with guiltless pleasure, ...
Gossip
... Yon maim'd traveller, you behold him, ...
The Moorland Girl
... Still, still hold on thy dream-like race, ...
Sappho
... Those separate groupshis own fantastic dream ...
The Two Harps
... Thrilled thro' the sense the livelier din, ...
Champagne Rose - I
... Those seas are dangerous, greybeards swear ...
Eclipse
... Now Eclipse hath veiled thee over, ...
To S. C.
... And Love's firm tone, which time nor clime can mar, ...
The Surprise
... TO--- I marked her grave and nun-like air, ...
Memento Vivere
... " Dear fourscore friend! in their dull place ...
Lines Suggested By Ode XXIX. Book I. Of Horace
... ERLE, AS THE PROMPT THROWER-OUT OF THE QUOTATION WHENCE IT HAS SPRUNG, THIS MERE TRIFLE IS INSCRIBED ...
Silchester
... These stones from far-off fields, toil-gathered thence ...
Brook Of Sanguinetto,
... We win, where least we care to strive ...
