Poems by Robert Fuller Murray
An Exile's Song
... At twilight, when the air grows chill, ...
For Scotland
... Andrew's Bay The winds are wont to blow! ...
A Ballad Of Refreshment
... ) 'Now something to eat, for the train is late ...
The Waster's Presentiment
... For though I toil not, neither do I spin, ...
Pleasant Prophecies
... When man, freed from the bond of clothes, ...
A College Career
... Through morning, noon, and night ...
Sweetheart
... Than flowers that make the loveliest show ...
Below Her Window
... Where she sleeps, no moonlight shines ...
Lost Liberty
... Our warders, fed with power so long, ...
The Crown of Years
... Then wherefore mourn the wreaths that lie ...
An Afterthought
... Yet sometimes, dreaming of that hour, ...
The Waster Singing at Midnight
... Ven he's cotched is sent to prison," ...
Stanzas For Music
... 'They could none of them bide, for the world was wide, ...
The Voice that Sings
... And faded eyes that once were bright ...
On A Crushed Hat
... Its build, unlike my friend's, was rather slim, ...
