Amours De Voyage, Canto III (Arthur Hugh Clough Poems)
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
IWe look for her that sunlike stoodUpon the forehead of our day,An orb of nations, radiating foodFor body and for ...
HAPPY the land, round which the ocean flows,Whose ebbing waves its fertile soil compose.The shepherd fearless leads his flocks to ...
I stood at sunrise, on the topmost partOf lofty mountain, massively sublime;A pinnacle of trachyte, seamed and scarredBy countless generations' ...
AND do not fear to hope. Can poet's brainMore than the Father's heart rich good invent?Each time we smell the ...
THEY are not all beasts.One is a man, for example, and one is a bird.I, Matthew, am a man."And I, ...
1Wet heat drifts through the afternoonlike a campus dog, a fraternity ghostwaiting to stay home from football games.The arches are ...
At a roundup on the Gily,One sweet mornin' long ago,Ten of us was throwed right freelyBy a hawse from Idaho.And ...
Sound! sound! sound! O colossal walls and crown'd In one eternal thunder! Sound! sound! sound! O ye oceans overhead, While ...
AS in some quiet city bathed in sleep,Where like a kiss the twilight lingereth,When suddenly the earth stirs far beneath ...
241I like a look of Agony,Because I know it's true -Men do not sham Convulsion,Nor simulate, a Throe -The Eyes ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers, And the down colors of the bright summer meadow, The soft ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
One by one they appear in the darkness: a few friends, and a few with historical names. How late they ...
Through the strait pass of suffering -- The Martyrs -- even -- trod. Their feet -- upon Temptations -- Their ...
I like a look of Agony, Because I know it's true -- Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
(or 'Huddersfield the Second Poetry Capital of England Re-visited') What was it Janice Simmons said to me as James lay ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by Despair ...
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