Poems by John Logan
Monimia. An Ode
... Sad, through the church-yard's dreary way, ...
Ode Written in Spring
... Whose conscious eyes shall meet with thine ...
Hymn VIII. When Jesus, by the Virgin brought
... The morning that shall gild the globe ...
Grace
... I tip this sculpted box and my child laughs and moves there ...
The Monument and the Shrine
... his floors Are worn underneath the dead ...
Middle-Aged Midwesterner at Waikiki Again
... Outriggers (double boats) ride the waves back in ...
The Bridge of Change
... as if by chance, find myself at this street, and here I will wait, for it is our street, Rue Gî ...
Lines on Locks (or Jail and the Erie Canal)
... brick bank, Victorian homes with gingerbread frieze ...
Believe It
... Each link or each lump in me is an offense against love ...
A Pathological Case in Pliny
... ue alios fortioris esse industriae, sicut Aristomenen Messenium qui trecentos occidit Lacedaemonios ...
Shore Scene
... .. By this tide I raised a small cairn of stone ...
Runnamede, A Tragedy. Acts I.-II.
... Guards, Albemarle enters, takes her by the hand, and leads her in silence to the front of the Stage ...
Victory Britannia -- from Runnamede, final lines
... Elvine. O bless'd of heaven, who shall behold the day ...
Runnamede, A Tragedy. Prologue
... Whirled round the gulf, the acts of time were tost, ...
Hymn VII. Messiah! at thy glad approach
... Renew'd, the earth a robe of light, ...
