David McKee Wright Poems

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David McKee Wright
David McKee Wright (6 August 1869 5 February 1928) was an Irish-born poet and journalist, active in New Zealand and Australia. Wright was the son of William Wright, D.D. (1837-1899), a Congregational missionary, scholar and author. He married a daughter of the Rev. David McKee, an educationist and author of much ability, and their son, David, was born at Ballynaskeagh, County Down, Ireland, in 1869, while his parents were home on furlough. He was left with a grandmother until he was seven years old, and was then for 10 years in London.

my galley, charged with forgetfulness
My galley, chargèd with forgetfulness,
Thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass... [read poem]
in spain
Tagus, farewell! that westward with thy streams
Turns up the grains of gold already tried
... [read poem]
my lute awake
My lute awake! perform the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And end that I have no... [read poem]
true love at last
The handsome and self-absorbed young man
looked at the lovely and self-absorbed girl
and t... [read poem]
farewell love and all thy laws for ever
Farewell love and all thy laws forever;
Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more.
Senec an... [read poem]
the heart and service
The heart and service to you proffer'd
With right good will full honestly,
Refuse it not, ... [read poem]
whoso list to hunt, i know where is an hind
Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
But as for me, hélas, I may no more.... [read poem]
bavarian gentians
Not every man has gentians in his house
in soft September, at slow, sad Michaelmas.

... [read poem]
the long love that in my thought doth harbour
The longë love that in my thought doth harbour
And in mine hert doth keep his residence,... [read poem]
mine own john poynz
Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know
The cause why that homeward I me draw,
And f... [read poem]
what should i say
What should I say,
Since faith is dead,
And truth away
From you is fled?
Should ... [read poem]
what needeth these threat'ning words
What needeth these threnning words and wasted wind?
All this cannot make me restore my prey.... [read poem]
madam, withouten many words
Madam, withouten many words
Once I am sure ye will or no ...
And if ye will, then leav... [read poem]
i abide and abide and better abide
I abide and abide and better abide,
And after the old proverb, the happy day;
And ever my ... [read poem]
ye old mule
Ye old mule that think yourself so fair,
Leave off with craft your beauty to repair,
For i... [read poem]
forget not yet the tried intent
Forget not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant;
My great travail so gladl... [read poem]
unstable dream
Unstable dream, according to the place,
Be steadfast once, or else at least be true.
By ta... [read poem]
of the mean and sure estate
My mother's maids, when they did sew and spin,
They sang sometime a song of the field mouse,... [read poem]
they flee from me that sometime did me seek
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I hav... [read poem]
old mates
I came up to-night to the station, the tramp had been longish and cold,
My swag ain't too heavy... [read poem]
is it possible
Is it possible
That so high debate,
So sharp, so sore, and of such rate,
Should end s... [read poem]
avising the bright beams
Avising the bright beams of these fair eyes
Where he is that mine oft moisteth and washeth,... [read poem]
i find no peace
I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
I fl... [read poem]
since ye so please
Since so ye please to hear me plain,
And that ye do rejoice my smart,
Me list no lenger to... [read poem]
and wilt thou leave me thus?
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay, for shame,
To save thee from the blame... [read poem]
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