John Banister Tabb
Poems (11)
- AnonymousAnonymous—nor needs a name
- CloverLittle masters, hat in hand
- EvolutionOut of the dusk a shadow,
- Indian SummerNo more the battle or the chase
- QuatrainsThe bubble
- The ChildI
- The DepartedThey cannot wholly pass away,
- The DruidGodlike beneath his grave divinities,
- The SistersThe waves forever move;
- The Water-LilyWhence, o fragrant form of light,
- To Shelleyat shelley’s birth,