Roderic Quinn

(1867 - 1949 / Australia)

Roderic Quinn Poems

1. The Threshold Stone 4/16/2010
2. The Vigil 4/16/2010
3. The Voyagers 4/16/2010
4. Tidings 4/16/2010
5. Western Camps 4/16/2010
6. The Year's End 4/16/2010
7. The Voices Of The Rain 4/16/2010
8. They Shall Come Home 4/16/2010
9. Irony 4/16/2010
10. The Swamp 4/16/2010
11. The Three Knocks 4/16/2010
12. The Turn Of The Road 4/16/2010
13. With The Quandongs 4/16/2010
14. Two Pictures 4/16/2010
15. Twilight And Peace 4/16/2010
16. Perfection 4/16/2010
17. The Long, Lone Road 4/16/2010
18. The River And The Road 4/16/2010
19. The Drover Of The Stars 4/16/2010
20. The Greater Love 4/16/2010
21. The Hidden Tide 1/1/2004
22. The House Of The Commonwealth 1/4/2003
23. The Circling Hearths 1/1/2004
24. Just To Drift 4/16/2010
25. Love Magical 4/16/2010
26. Midnight And Moonlight 4/16/2010
27. On The Barrier 4/16/2010
28. Romance In The Market Place 4/16/2010
29. Spring Song 4/16/2010
30. The Allisons 4/16/2010
31. The Artist 4/16/2010
32. The Black Hound 4/16/2010
33. The Counsellors 4/16/2010
34. The Master-Man 4/16/2010
35. The Red Mist 4/16/2010
36. The Seeker 4/16/2010
37. The Shadow-Third 4/16/2010
38. The Song 4/16/2010
39. The Little House 4/16/2010
40. The Red-Tressed Maiden 4/16/2010
Best Poem of Roderic Quinn

A Song Of Keats

'TIS a tarnished book and old,
Edges frayed and covers green!
But, between the covers, gold —
Gold and jewels in between.
And this written (see, O see!
How old Time has made it dim)
'For one song Keats gave to me
I kneel down and worship him.'
He who wrote these lines is dust;
All of him is passed away;
Some hand closed his eyes, I trust,
Drew the blind to darken day.
Did lips kiss him at the end,
Love-lips tremulous yet brave?
Had he mistress, child, or friend
To sow green grass upon his grave?
Nay, we know not — it is long
Since he tired of ...

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The Hidden Tide

WITHIN the world a second world
That circles ceaselessly:
Stars in the sky and sister stars—
Turn in your eyes and see!

Tides of the sea that rise and fall,
Aheave from Pole to Pole—
And kindred swayings, veiled but felt,
That noise along the soul.

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