The White Ships and the Red (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For Alden March) With drooping sail and pennant That never a wind may reach, They float in sunless waters Beside ...
(For Alden March) With drooping sail and pennant That never a wind may reach, They float in sunless waters Beside ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Sunday mornings I would reach high into his dark closet while standing on a chair and tiptoeing reach higher, touching, ...
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
I When of tender mind and body I was moved by minstrelsy, And that strain "The Bridge of Lodi" Brought ...
Now this was a conversation, as I learned later, that was not in the right place a high school classroom, ...
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived ...
No Bobolink -- reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be -- Clove ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
WHEN Juan sought the subterranean flood, And paid his obolus on the Stygian shore, Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, ...
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
LIKE this alabaster box whose art Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart, Carven with delicate dreams and wrought ...
To E.M.S. Here, where your garden fenced about and still is, Here, where the unmoved summer air is sweet With ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
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