William Gay Long Poems

  • 1.
    Three Ghosts that haunt me have I,
    Three Ghosts in my soul that fight,
    Three grandsire Ghosts in my soul,
    That haunt me by day and by night.
    ...
  • 2.
    Bartholemew Jones made his money in mines,
    And although he has left us his fame still shines
    As a man who was knowing in various lines.
    It wasn't his line to write or to spell,
    ...
  • 3.
    RELUCTANT Morn, whose meagre radiance lies
    With doubtful glimmer on the farthest hills,
    How long shall men, reiterant of their ills,
    With peevish invocation bid thee rise
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  • 4.
    And, now, a vacancy occurs,
    For very nearly sixteen years,
    In which I'd not the least desire,
    To strike the harp or tune the lyre.
    ...
  • 5.
    Alas alas! my power is gone;
    I thought 'twould last for ever;
    But now 'tis over, I must own,
    They've done it very clever.
    ...
  • 6.
    Dark ocean walls, majestically steep,
    That dare the skies, that guard a solitude
    Of straitened sea from every tempest rude
    That uncontrolled molests the outer deep!
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  • 7.
    HOW long, O Lord, shall this, my country, be
    A nation of the dead? How long shall they
    Who seek their own and live but for the day,
    My country hinder from her destiny?
    ...
  • 8.
    Hail foes to oppression, and lovers of freedom!
    Your day has arrived, and your power you know:-
    This host of timeservers, I'm sure we don't need them,
    And we'll never support them! O! no, my friends, no!
    ...
Total 8 Long Poems by William Gay

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