The Constellations (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
From the candles and dumb shadows, And the house where love had died, I stole to the vast moonlight And ...
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on ...
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
Dapples my floor the eastern sun, my house faces north, I have nothing to say except that it dapples my ...
O journeyer, deaf in the mould, insane with violent travel & death: consider me in my cast, your first son. ...
Henry, edged, decidedly, made up stories lighting the past of Henry, of his glorious present, and his hoaries, all the ...
Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating ...
During the father's walkingâ?"how he look down by now in soft boards, Henry, pass and what he feel or no, ...
'NO VISITORS' I thumb the roller to and leans against the door. Comfortable in my horseblanket I prop on the ...
Come touch me baby in his waking dream disordered Henry murmured. I'll read you Hegel and that will hurt your ...
UNDER the overhanging yews, The dark owls sit in solemn state, Like stranger gods; by twos and twos Their red ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
on years, on the dance of whispers. where have we gone when the merry pranksters painted the soul of a ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
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