The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket (Robert Lowell Poem)
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
(From The Jungle Book) Here we go in a flung festoon, Half-way up to the jealous moon! Don't you envy ...
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; Throw me upon thy ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
Be not proud, but now incline Your soft ear to discipline; You have changes in your life, Sometimes peace, and ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
Eros, from rest in isles far-famed, With rising Anthesterion rose, And all Hellenic heights acclaimed Eros. The sea one pearl, ...
Laura! a sunrise seems to break Where'er thy happy looks may glow. Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek, Thy ...
O young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining, A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on; I came ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the ...
Now and again All my body springs alive, And the life that is polarised in my eyes, That quivers between ...
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