John Banister Tabb
Poems (7)
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Anonymous
Anonymous—nor needs a name / To tell the secret whence the flame, … -
Clover
Little masters, hat in hand / Let me in your presence stand, … -
The Departed
They cannot wholly pass away, / How far soe’er above; … -
The Druid
Godlike beneath his grave divinities, / The last of all their worshippers, he stood. … -
The Sisters
The waves forever move; / The hills forever rest: … -
The Water-Lily
Whence, o fragrant form of light, / Hast thou drifted through the night, … -
To Shelley
at shelley’s birth, / The Lark, dawn-spirit, with an anthem loud …