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 Camp Within The West

O DID you see a troop go by
Way-weary and oppressed,
Dead kisses on the drooping lip
And a dead heart in the breast?

Yea, I have seen them one by one
Way-weary and oppressed,
And when I asked them, ‘Whither speed?’
They answered, ‘To the West!’

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