Eve Speaks (Louis Untermeyer Poems)
I Pause, God, and ponder, ere Thou judgest me. Though it be doomsday, and the trampling winds Rush blindly through the stark and ...
I Pause, God, and ponder, ere Thou judgest me. Though it be doomsday, and the trampling winds Rush blindly through the stark and ...
You, who the sweets of rural life have known,Despise the ungrateful hurry of the town;In Windsor groves your easy hours ...
Gold shed upon suckling gold,The time of the bole blackens,Of the dark mounted through dapple,While in the sealed appleThe seed ...
This is not I. I had no body once-only what served my need to laugh and runand stare at stars ...
How lush, how loose, the uninhibited squash is.If ever hearts (and these immoderate leavesAre vegetable hearts) were worn on sleeves,The ...
Having so rich a treasurey, so fine a hordOf beauty water-bright before my eyes,I plucked the daisy only, simple and ...
At Cleversulzbach in the Underland A hundred and thirteen years did I stand Up on the tower in wind and ...
At the coming up of Phoebus the all-luminous charioteer,Double-visaged stand the mountains in imperial multitudes,And with shadows dappled men sing ...
Mr. Inkle to Mrs. Dinah Inkle, at Glocester Containing A slight Sketch of a travel'd Man--Continuation of the Ball--An Affair ...
Triangular Tommy, one morning in May, Went out for a walk on the public highway. Just here I will ...
1. DREAMSI was an ice baby.I turned to sky blue.My tears became two glass beads.My mouth stiffened into a dumb ...
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
Go, let the fatted calf be kill'd; My prodigal's come home at last,With noble resolutions fill'd, ...
How lush, how loose, the uninhibited squash is. If ever hearts (and these immoderate leaves Are vegetable hearts) were worn ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
1. DREAMS I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth ...
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