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Edward Smyth Jones
1881 - ?
Poetry Listing
Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
Within this area you will be able to read, and give your thoughts on the poetry listed.
Please, if you find an error, let me know.
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Bouquet | A blossom pink, a blossom blue, | | 8 | 968 | | 2: | A Song Of Thanks | For the sun that shone at the dawn of spring, | | 50 | 399 | | 3: | A Tribute To Dunbar | The sweetest singer once thou wast, but art no more; | | 24 | 444 | | 4: | An Ode To Ethiopia | Thou Sovran Queen of Afric's sunny strands, | | 171 | 447 | | 5: | An Ode To The Soldiers' And Sailors' Monument | Thou most majestic Queen of sculptural art, | | 45 | 415 | | 6: | Behind The Bars | I am a pilgrim far from home, | | 32 | 420 | | 7: | Dainty Dora | Greeks once sang a lovely song | | 16 | 482 | | 8: | Flag Of The Free | Flag of the free, our sable sires | | 32 | 423 | | 9: | Floating With The Gale | Ships the angry sea is lashing; | | 53 | 385 | | 10: | Harvard Square | Tis once in life our dreams come true, | | 152 | 428 | | 11: | Life In A Dream | There is nothing so sweet as our life in our dreams, | | 24 | 433 | | 12: | Lula Johnson's Song | I have heard the mock-bird singing when the orchards were in bloom, | | 32 | 410 | | 13: | Not Yet A Poet | Aye! many a rhyme my pen has flown, | | 12 | 424 | | 14: | O God, Wilt Thou Help Me In School? | O, God to Thee, who knowest all things, | | 76 | 437 | | 15: | Put Nothing In Another's Way | Put nothing in another's way, | | 40 | 420 | | 16: | The Bachelor's Song | While I keep my lonely hall, | | 30 | 423 | | 17: | The End | Though man through life so swiftly wends, | | 6 | 400 | | 18: | The Mayor's Ring | I hold a token in my hand, | | 16 | 379 | | 19: | The Morning Star | Thou art, fair maid, the Morning Star, | | 16 | 468 | | 20: | The Sylvan Cabin - A Centenary Ode On The Birth Of Lincoln | O, fairest Dame of sylvan glades, | | 204 | 469 | | 21: | The Violin | Thrice hail the still unconquered King of Song! | | 14 | 437 | | 22: | To A Faded Flower | Alas! thou lovely floweret wee, | | 32 | 429 | | 23: | To Estelle | Coy, sweet maid, I love so well, | | 36 | 438 | | 24: | To J. S. B. | Take, fair maid, these simple lines | | 24 | 443 | | 25: | Were I A Bird | Were I a bird free born to fly | | 36 | 453 | | 26: | What's The Use? | Oh! What is living but moving about, | | 25 | 442 | | 27: | Woman | I call thee angel of this earth, | | 56 | 499 |
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