White Nassau (Bliss Carman Poem)
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
The gallows in my garden, people say, Is new and neat and adequately tall; I tie the noose on in ...
A vagueness comes over everything, as though proving color and contour alike dispensable: the lighthouse extinct, the islands' spruce-tips drunk ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that ...
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
The impact of a dollar upon the heart Smiles warm red light, Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The moment I close my eyes in meditation on the unfathomable I visualize golden fleeces of cloud ...
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills; cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway; and night bends near, a deepening ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
This boy, of course, was dead, whatever that might mean. And nobly dead. I think we should feel he was ...
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
I consider a song will be as humming-bird swift, down-light, missile-metal-hard, & strange as the world of anti-matter where they ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
I reached up into the top of the closet and took out a pair of blue panties and showed them ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
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