To A Young Poet Who Killed Himself (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
When you had played with life a space And made it drink and lust and sing, You flung it back ...
When you had played with life a space And made it drink and lust and sing, You flung it back ...
Cold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid -- Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade." "Good!" ...
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra's ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
The first commandment written on the tablets carried from the mountain by Moses of old, "You shall have no other ...
An unholy altar, an idol of rust craven gods, that will turn to dust worshipping our possessions fealty to our ...
As if on cue, the ad in the e-mail echoes of her words, the sermon ringing still in my ears: ...
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
In the Northland there were three Pukka Pliers of the pen; Two of them had Fame in fee And were ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
O young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And ...
Upon his way to rob a Bank He paused to watch a fire; Though crowds were pressing rank on rank ...
There was one a-riding grand On a tall brown mare, And a fine gold band He brought me there. A ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
What links are ours with orbs that are So resolutely far: The solitary asks, and they Give radiance as from ...
A giant as we hoped, in truth, a dwarf; A barrel of slop that shines on Lethe's wharf', Which at ...
On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father's house With your cheeks ...
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