The Glory of the Invention (Atom Yarjanian Poems)
Mesrob, standing against the Armenian centuries, You, rock of diamond, You, undiscoverable lighthouse of consciousness, Which sows flashes From the ...
Mesrob, standing against the Armenian centuries, You, rock of diamond, You, undiscoverable lighthouse of consciousness, Which sows flashes From the ...
Cambodunum, Cambodunum, how I love the sound o' t' name! Roman sowdiers belt a fort here, ...
A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup"Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens; The race is all over, ...
Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.It is time you found ...
O ocean liner you sing and sailYour body white and your funnels yellowTired of the anchorages' filthy watersYou who have ...
Peace, perfect peace. . . . Come, lay aside your gun.The danger zone is past; the gauntlet run.The bark of ...
What is the German's fatherland? Is it Prussia, or the Swabian's land? Is it ...
It's hard when fowks can't finnd their wark Wheer they've bin bred an' born; When I were young ...
Things of high import sound I in thine ears,Dear child, though now thou may'st not feel their power;But hoard them ...
They brought her to the crowded paddock, The red sun glinting on skin like jet,Lightning, the winner of twenty ...
He lays his heavy toil aside To take his mid-day rest;The anvil, silent, shakes no more His labour-pulsing breast.The forge ...
'Tis spring! the boats bound to the sea; The breezes, loitering kindly over The fields, again bring herds and ...
Tho' the days of the drowsy hamlet, Of arrow and bow, be done,Tho' we live 'mid forges and foundries, ...
'T is spring! The boats bound to the sea; The breezes, loitering kindly overThe fields, again bring herds and men ...
I'm a gust on the sea,I'm a footfall of a wave,I'm a roar of the sea,I'm a stag of seven ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
They tell me thou art rich, my country: gold In glittering flood has poured into thy chest; Thy flocks and ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...
FOR A VERY LITTLE GIRL, NOT A YEAR OLD. CATHARINE FRAZEE WAKEFIELD. The sun gives not directly The coal, the ...
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