Poets (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells That the wind sways above a ruined shrine. Vainer his voice in whom ...
Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells That the wind sways above a ruined shrine. Vainer his voice in whom ...
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! ev'n as the flowers in spring; To which, besides ...
As through the wild green hills of Wyre The train ran, changing sky and shire, And far behind, a fading ...
Music, thou queen of heaven, care-charming spell, That strik'st a stillness into hell; Thou that tam'st tigers, and fierce storms, ...
The rote of the children chiming in the back seat are we there yet they ask an echo of the ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
I love the hour that comes, with dusky hair And dewy feet, along the Alpine dells To lead the cattle ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
Here is this vale of sweet abiding, My ultimate and dulcet home, That gently dreams above the chiding of restless ...
Striving is life, yet life is striving; I fight to live, yet live to fight; The vital urge is in ...
My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming I've drifted, silver-sailed, on seas of dream, Hearing afar the bells ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
Sleepless I listen to the surge and drone And drifting roar of the town's undertone; Till through quiet falling rain ...
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
1856 Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass, Joy-thundering cannon, blent with chiming bells, And martial strains, the full-voiced pæan ...
From the German of Herder. All faintly through my soul to-day, As from a bell that far away Is tinkled ...
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