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John Charles Mcneill Poems

  • For Jane's Birthday
    If fate had held a careless knife
    And clipped one line that drew,
    Of all the myriad lines of life,
    From Eden up to you; ...
  • To Melvin Gardner: Suicide
    A flight of doves, with wanton wings,
    Flash white against the sky.
    In the leafy copse an oriole sings,
    And a robin sings hard by. ...
  • L'envoi
    God willed, who never needed speech,
    "Let all things be:"
    And, lo, the starry firmament
    And land and sea ...
  • Love's Fashion
    Oh, I can jest with Margaret
    And laugh a gay good-night,
    But when I take my Helen's hand
    I dare not clasp it tight. ...
  • To ------
    Some time, far hence, when Autumn sheds
    Her frost upon your hair,
    And you together sit at dusk,
    May I come to you there? ...
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Sweet 28 Heart 28 Love 23 I Love You 23 Life 22 White 21 Time 21 Face 16 Sun 15 Long 15


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Susanwisebauer: a poem for january 31 in virginia: a soaking sedge, a faded field, a leafless hill and hedge, low clouds and rain, and loneliness and languor worse than pain... the gray rain beats and wraps the wet world in its flying sheets.
Robertmyers_bl: dl: alim mcneill, josh pascall, levi onwuzurike, john cominski (re-signed), keeanu benton, isaiah buggs (re-signed) de/olb: aidan hutchinson, romeo okwara, charles harris, james houston, julian okwara
Antiquesetc16: check out songs merry and sad 1st edition 1906 by john charles mcneill 106 pages
Deadpoetsdaily: the prisoner on dead poets daily
Greebohobbes: the hon sir jcfs day, by leslie ward - vanity fair, 27 october 1888 john charles frederick sigismund day was a judge. he was also known as a collector of paintings, including several works by james mcneill whistler.
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