Moonrise Over Tyringham (Edith Wharton Poems)
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,And all the west empurpled with their death,How swift oblivion drinks the fallen ...
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,And all the west empurpled with their death,How swift oblivion drinks the fallen ...
Thou, who when fears attackBidst them avaunt, and BlackCare, at the horseman's backPerching, unseatest;Sweet when the morn is gray;Sweet when ...
When quacks with pills political would dope us, When politics absorbs the livelong day, I like to think ...
The greatest poem ever known Is one all poets have outgrown: The poetry, innate, untold, Of being only four years ...
Thou lovely and beloved, thou my love;Whose kiss seems still the first; whose summoning eyes,Even now, as for our love-world's ...
Sweet silence after bells!deep in the enamour'd earsoft incantation dwells.Filling the rapt still spherea liquid crystal swims,precarious yet clear.Those metal ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
There was a road that leads him to go to find a certain time where he sits. Smokes quietly in ...
There was a road that leads him to go to find a certain time where he sits. Smokes quietly in ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Thou dost not fly, thou art not perched, The air is all around: What is it that can keep thee ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
SIT stilla worda breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, ...
1 RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I ...
As yon great Sun in his supreme condition Absorbs small worlds and makes them all his own, So does my ...
My doc announced yesterday : "You may have talent, though it's hidden, your beak, however, is frost-bitten, so stick at ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
O thou! meek Orb! that stealing o'er the dale Cheer'st with thy modest beams the noon of night! On the ...
Lead me, Sicilian Maids, to haunted bow'rs, While yon pale moon displays her faintest beams O'er blasted woodlands, and enchanted ...
Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss ...
Was I thinking so loudly? A heart absorbs the absurd on a regular basis. Primordial fears and poisoned skies are ...
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