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Robert Fuller Murray's Poetry, by title

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  • A Ballad Of Refreshment
    The lady stood at the station bar,
      (Three currants in a bun)
    34 lines
  • A Ballad Of The Town Water
    It is the Police Commissioners,
      All on a winter's day;
    54 lines
  • A Birthday Gift
    No gift I bring but worship, and the love
    Which all must bear to lovely souls and pure,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • A Bunch Of Triolets
    You like the trifling triolet:
      Well, here are three or four.
    34 lines
  • A Christmas Fancy
    Early on Christmas Day,
    Love, as awake I lay,
    30 lines, 2 comments
  • A Coincidence
    Every critic in the town
    Runs the minor poet down;
    4 lines
  • A College Career
    When one is young and eager,
      A bejant and a boy,
    105 lines
  • A Criticism of Critics
    How often have the critics, trained
    To look upon the sky
    16 lines
  • A December Day
    Blue, blue is the sea to-day,
    Warmly the light
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • A Late Good Night
    My lamp is out, my task is done,
    And up the stair with lingering feet
    16 lines
  • A Lost Opportunity
    One dark, dark night--it was long ago,
    The air was heavy and still and warm -
    48 lines
  • A Lover's Confession
    When people tell me they have loved
    But once in youth,
    68 lines
  • A May-Day Madrigal
    The sun shines fair on Tweedside, the river flowing bright,
    Your heart is full of pleasure, your eyes are full of light,
    12 lines
  • A New Song to an Old Tune - From Victor Hugo
    If a pleasant lawn there grow
    By the showers caressed,
    24 lines
  • A Presentiment
    It seems a little word to say -
    FAREWELL--but may it not, when said,
    14 lines
  • A Song Of Greek Prose
    Thrice happy are those
      Who ne'er heard of Greek Prose—
    33 lines
  • A Song of Truce
    Till the tread of marching feet
    Through the quiet grass-grown street
    16 lines
  • A Street Corner
    Here, where the thoroughfares meet at an angle
      Of ninety degrees (this angle is right),
    34 lines
  • A Summer Morning
    Never was sun so bright before,
    No matin of the lark so sweet,
    14 lines
  • A Swinburnian Interlude
    Short space shall be hereafter
      Ere April brings the hour
    43 lines
  • A Tennyson Fragment
    So in the village inn the poet dwelt.
    His honey-dew was gone; only the pouch,
    30 lines
  • A Wasted Day
    Another day let slip! Its hours have run,
    Its golden hours, with prodigal excess,
    14 lines
  • Adventure of a Poet
    As I was walking down the street
    A week ago,
    202 lines
  • After Many Days
    The mist hangs round the College tower,
      The ghostly street
    28 lines
  • After Waterloo
    On the field of Waterloo we made Napoleon rue
    That ever out of Elba he decided for to come,
    41 lines
  • Aien Aristeuein (Motto of St. Andrews University)
    Ever to be the best. To lead
    In whatsoever things are true;
    24 lines
  • An Afterthought
    You found my life, a poor lame bird
    That had no heart to sing,
    8 lines
  • An Exile's Song
    My soul is like a prisoned lark,
    That sings and dreams of liberty,
    28 lines
  • An Interview
    I met him down upon the pier,
    His eyes were wild and sad,
    24 lines
  • An Invitation
    Dear Ritchie, I am waiting for the signal word to fly,
    And tell me that the visit which has suffered such belating
    11 lines
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