Shine, Perishing Republic (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire And protest, only a bubble in ...
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire And protest, only a bubble in ...
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone, That thee I shall not ...
Poetry, I found you where at last they chained and bound you; with devices all around you to torture and ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
I WAS a boy when I heard three red words a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets for: Liberty, Equality, ...
FIRST SPIRIT O thou, who plum'd with strong desire Wouldst float above the earth, beware! A Shadow tracks thy flight ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
PALE GODDESS of the witching hour; Blest Contemplation's placid friend; Oft in my solitary bow'r, I mark thy lucid beam ...
LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway, I mock thy fascinating art, MINE, be the calm unruffled day, That brings no ...
Alas, how pleasant are their dayes With whom the Infant Love yet playes! Sorted by pairs, they still are seen ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
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