Dan, The Wreck (Henry Lawson Poem)
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
a cluster of open milkweed pods brown flat seeds, a ball of cotton candy silk waiting for the wind, to ...
Counting down to two years, moments of memories of the start of our lives anew our start of our dating, ...
Keep me, I pray, in wisdom's way That I may truths eternal seek; I need protecting care to-day,-- My purse ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
A Female Friend advis'd a Swain (Whose Heart she wish'd at ease) Make Love thy Pleasure, not thy Pain, Nor ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Within that little Hive Such Hints of Honey lay As made Reality a Dream And Dreams, Reality -- (Emily Dickinson)
The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon ...
September's Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets -- Crows -- and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming ...
The fragrance of the pink lotus fails, the jade mat hints of autumn. Softly I unfasten my silk cloak, Who ...
As night hath stars, more rare than ships In ocean, faint from pole to pole, So all the wonder of ...
As night hath stars, more rare than ships In ocean, faint from pole to pole, So all the wonder of ...
In the grey tumult of these after years Oft silence falls; the incessant wranglers part; And less-than-echoes of remembered tears ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
April, and the last of the plum blossoms scatters on the black grass before dawn. The sycamore, the lime, the ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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