The Quality of Courage (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
Here is the city- its worn-down mountains, its grass and iron, its smoky coast seen from the high roads on ...
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days, Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis time we should part; Then rise ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep ...
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name; There is grief in the sound, there is guilt ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
these hearings endlessly, friends, word is had Henry may be returning to our life adult & difficult. There exist rumors ...
My framework is broken, I am coming to an end, God send it soon. When I had most to say ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
All June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves And strew them where ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
I DO confess thou art sae fair, I was been o'er the lugs in luve, Had I na found the ...
THE LAST time I came o'er the moor, And left Maria's dwelling, What throes, what tortures passing cure, Were in ...
AULD NEIBOUR,I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor, For your auld-farrant, frien'ly letter; Tho' I maun say't I doubt ye ...
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh, ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, "Be sure to ...
i walk the dream where the street breathes in the shadow of moon-light, the lovers night. oh, sweet love long ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
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