Betty (Lola Ridge Poems)
You can see the sandhills from our new room.Butterflieslive in the sandhillsand lizardsand centipedes.If you keep very stilllizards will think ...
You can see the sandhills from our new room.Butterflieslive in the sandhillsand lizardsand centipedes.If you keep very stilllizards will think ...
First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst comeFrom the old Negro's darksome womb!Which, when it saw the lovely child,The melancholy ...
To every Man his Mystery, A trade and only one: The masons make the hives of men, The domes of grey or dun, But ...
Behold, a seely tender babeIn freezing winter nightIn homely manger trembling lies;Alas, a piteous sight!The inns are full, no man ...
When from the opening chambers of the eastThe morning springs, in thousand liveries drest,The early larks their morning tribute pay,And, ...
LITTLE masters, hat in handLet me in your presence stand,Till your silence solve for meThis your threefold mystery.Tell me-for I ...
NOT seldom, whilst the Winter yet is king,Whilst yet the meads are mute and boughs are bare,A stirring in the ...
I.IN the beautiful Castleton Island a mansion of lordly style,Embowered in gardens and lawns, looks over the glimmering bay.In the ...
I see a little group about my chair, Lovers of stories all! First, Saxon Edith, of the corn-silk ...
First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst comeFrom the old Negro's darksome womb!Which, when it saw the lovely child,The melancholy ...
First all the host of RaphaelIn liveries of gold,Lifted the chorus on whose rhythmThe spinning spheres are rolled,-The Seraphs of ...
Poet.Beautiful silver-winged spirits of good,That hide in the leaves of the loneliest wood;Green-kirtled fairies whom none may seeBut the soul ...
God is; and because life omnipotent Gives birth to life, or of itself must die, The suicide of its own ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
Dawson the Butler's dead: Although I think Poets were ne'er infusde with single drinke Ile spend a farthing muse; some ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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