Parker’s Mountain (Kate Knapp Johnson Poems)
It is the summer bears ruled, the last summerof pure breathlessnesswhen I moved unaware, taken inby the netted branches of ...
It is the summer bears ruled, the last summerof pure breathlessnesswhen I moved unaware, taken inby the netted branches of ...
ON HIS BRINGING ME FLOWERS FROM VAUCLUSE, ANDWHICH HE HAD PRESERVED BY MEANS OFAN INGENIOUS PROCESS IN THEIRORIGINAL BEAUTY. SWEET spoils ...
Tho' the miser's house may contain the water of immortality;Still, like unto the deadliest poison, is its effect on me.Moses ...
Must the morning always return? Will the despotism of the earthly never cease? Unholy activity consumes the angel-visit of the ...
Askest "How long thou shall stay?"Devastator of the day!Know, each substance and relationThorough nature's operation,Hath its unit, bound, and metre,And ...
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,Hid in this silent, dull retreat,Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,Unseen thy little branches greet;…No ...
Washing up the dishes;Washing up the plates;Washing up the greasy tins,That everybody hates.Scouring out the buckets;Cleaning down the stoves;Guess I'm ...
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT,OR The Happinesse of a Private Life.The Segregation.THE ARGUMENT. True Blisse! Thou know'st but Few, to Few ...
DEATH OF LEMMINKAINEN.Lemminkainen, much disheartened,Deeply thought and long considered,What to do, what course to follow,Whether best to leave the wild-mooseIn ...
Tell me, mother Nature! tender yet stern mother! In what nomenclature (fitlier than another) Can I laud and ...
You would that I write on the Sabbath of God,But know you the meaning contain'd in that word?You would that ...
Shall our memories live, when the sod rolls above us And marks our last home with a mouldering heap?Shall the ...
Is there a solitary wretch who hies To the tall cliff, with starting pace or slow,And, measuring, views with ...
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent, dull retreat, Untouched thy honied blossoms blow, Unseen thy ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Hadst thou a genius on thy peak, What tales, white-headed Ben, Could'st thou of ancient ages speak, That mock th' ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted ...
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