His Bit (Katharine Lee Bates Poems)
GALLANTLY swung the old carpenter up to his door,Drums and fifes in his tread,But softly he crossed the braided mats ...
GALLANTLY swung the old carpenter up to his door,Drums and fifes in his tread,But softly he crossed the braided mats ...
THE PRELIBATION To the SACRIFICE.ARGUMENT. Spes alit occiduas qui Sublunaribus haeret; Rivales JESUS non in Amore sinit. Quid mihi non ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
Quand le ciel bas et lourd p?se comme un couvercleSur l'esprit g?missant en proie aux longs ennuis,Et que de l'horizon ...
Here the tides flow,And here they ebb;Not with that dull, unsinewed tread of watersHeld under bonds to moveAround unpeopled shores-Moon-driven ...
HANS BREITMANN shoined de Turners, Novemper in de fall, Und dey gifed a boostin' bender All in de Turner Hall. ...
Three years ago, to-day, We raised our hands to Heaven, And, on the rolls of muster, Our ...
WHAT am I? Ah, you know it, I am the modern Sage, Seer, savant, merchant, poet-- I am, in brief, ...
LET the Arab courser goHeadlong on the silent foe!Their plumer may shine like mountain snow,Like fire their iron tubes may ...
Three years ago to-dayWe raised our hands to heaven,And on the rolls of musterOur names were thirty-seven;There were just a ...
Come on, Marse Robert, throw yourself into the saddle,For the fifes are growing fretful and the drums begin to boom:Get ...
There was a man Who made his living By painting roses Upon silk. He sat in an upper chamber And ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
There was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot, Nor any o' the Guns I knew; An' because it was ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early; Here's a good place at the corner-I must stand ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
STRANGE are the ways of men, And strange the ways of God! We tread the mazy paths That all our ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
This poem is intended as a description of a sort of Blashfield mural painting on the sky. To be sung ...
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