The Ships of Saint John (Bliss Carman Poem)
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
I do not love thee for that fair Rich fan of thy most curious hair; Though the wires thereof be ...
Lord Lilac thought it rather rotten That Shakespeare should be quite forgotten, And therefore got on a Committee With several ...
Ah blame me not, Catcott, if from the right way My notions and actions run far. How can my ideas ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. ...
A sinner was old Captain Dan; His wives guv him no rest: He had one wife to East Skiddaw And ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
On the great walls of ancient cloisters were nailed Murals displaying Truth the saint, Whose effect, reheating the pious entrails ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
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