Poems by Arthur Maquarie
Of Glory
... To smoke a friends cigar and see the moon &emsp ...
Rhapsody
... They will lead you to your death &emsp ...
Brittania's Throne
... From thy womb the world hath grown! &emsp ...
Love's Palace
... I should build thee such a bower &emsp ...
Autumn Eve
... If thou hast dreams: the flowers I brought ...
Of Taking things Easy
... The schoolboy bares his wounds and thinks him Mars ...
