The Dark and the Fair (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
A roaring company that festive night; The beast of dialectic dragged his chains, Prowling from chair to chair is the ...
A roaring company that festive night; The beast of dialectic dragged his chains, Prowling from chair to chair is the ...
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. Fashioned ...
How shall she know the worship we would do her? The walls are high, and she is very far. How ...
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt! From ...
Cold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid -- Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade." "Good!" ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
I. A MASTER of a country school Jump'd up one day from off his stool, Inspired with firm resolve to ...
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
My heart the anvil where my thoughts do beat; My words the hammers fashioning my desire; My breast the forge ...
Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe, Duly to count the sum of all my cares, I find ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines. When ich when was ever not in trouble? But did he whip out ...
All we were going strong last night this time, the mots were flying & the frozen daiquiris were downing, supine ...
All we were going strong last night this time, the mosts were flying & the frozen daiquiris were downing, supine ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
Margaret Simpson was the daughter of humble parents in the county of Ayr, With a comely figure, and face of ...
'Twas in the year of 1650, and on the twenty-first of May, The city of Edinburgh was put into a ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sphere, "Remain, Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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