The Perch (Galway Kinnell Poem)
There is a fork in a branch of an ancient, enormous maple, one of a grove of such trees, where ...
There is a fork in a branch of an ancient, enormous maple, one of a grove of such trees, where ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
SHE behind yon mountain lives, Who my love's sweet guerdon gives. Tell me, mount, how this can be! Very glass ...
[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl, founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad, ...
Which misses most, The hand that tends, Or heart so gently borne, 'Tis twice as heavy as it was Because ...
I THERE is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind, Omnific. His most holy name is Love. Truth of subliming import! with ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
Somno mollior unda I Dawn is dim on the dark soft water, Soft and passionate, dark and sweet. Love's own ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
"What knight or what vassal will be so bold As to plunge in the gulf below? See! I hurl in ...
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
Jerry MacMullen, the millionaire, Driving a red-meat bus out there -- How did he win his Croix de Guerre? Bless ...
The red globe of light, the liquor green, the pulsing arrows and the running fire spilt on the stones, go ...
IN the highlands, in the country places, Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair maidens ...
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the ...
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the ...
SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, ...
Remember the Glories of Brien the Brave Remember the glories of Brien the brave, Though the days of the hero ...
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