Poems by Gamaliel Bradford
Leaves
... Like brief delight - ...
Seals
... But with those I love best ...
Fleas
... To probe them for more meant ...
The Tickle
... With all their slow processions ...
Brown Leaves
... Yet through the burst of budding green ...
Fear
... Shapes monstrous would follow ...
My Youth
... In the sunshine, rich with leisure ...
Hope
... But hope, for all the shifts I try, ...
The Best Of All
... Sleep is better than loveless days ...
"I Might-And I Might Not"
... But I can't. I might be just a Philistine, and eat, and drink, and sleep, ...
The Curtain
... But lift up the heart's dim curtain, ...
Rousseau
... The sins that tarnish whore and thief ...
Exit God
... For though sonic virtues He might lack, ...
Anacreon's Apology
... The old should mind their souls and purses ...
Hunger
... torn With a battle of desires making all my life forlorn ...
