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William Gay

Born in May 2, 1865 / Died in December 22, 1897 / United Kingdom / English

William Gay poet from United Kingdom was born on May 2, 1865, had 32 years and died on December 22, 1897. Poems were written mainly in English language. Dominant movement is theology.

Top ten poems William Gay

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Australia

... ers were before,When still they dwelt beneath a sterner sky And heard the thunders of a wilder shore ...

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Australian Federation

... ren, bound with sacred ties Of one dear blood, one storied enterprise,Are negligent of her integrity ...

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The Crazy World

... crazy World," said I, "What is it thou canst give,Which wanting, I must die, Or having, I shall live ...

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Dirge

... e grave where he that lo'ed her lies,And saftly blaws the simmer breeze, And cloudless are the skies ...

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Love's Infinity

... fireHave waked an infinite desire,And unto all things as to theeFlames out the love that burns in me ...

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Love's Menu: Pommes de Terre Frites

... fickle appetite,We his palate must invite:Crisp and hot, the price a sou,Fried Potatoes, Love's Menu ...

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Milford Sound In Winter

... Dark ocean walls, majestically steep, That dare the skies, that guard a solitude Of straitened sea from every tempest rudeThat uncontrolled molests the outer deep!White pinnacles, where Summer suns will reap A silent store of clouds, unloose the flood That captive long in Winter's hold hath stood,And wake the mountain mosses from their sleep!Dark walls! white peaks! unravished silences! Grey sinuous lane of solitary sea!Wild cataracts plunging fearless from the height!And glaciers patient through the centuries! O would that my revering soul might beAmong your lonely shrines an eremite! ...

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Primroses

... se, Nor holiest prophet e'er disclose,Which God Himself no other way Than by a primrose could convey ...

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Resurge

... ful, o'er thy grave,Thou art not of the stuff that perisheth,Nor unto Fate and Time art thou a slave ...

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The Singer

... ship over all(I heard them say with many a scornful word,Yet still sang on as one who nothing heard) ...

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