Renascence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
I Under the trees in the dell. Here by the side of the stream, Were it not pleasant to dream, ...
From Hugo's 'Feuilles d'Automne'.I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden ...
Fiddler John he used to dwellA long while since, so I've heard tell,In an old thatched house with a leaning ...
Now sit thee down, Melpomene, Wrapp'd in a sea-coal robe, And tell the doleful tragedy ...
It is the close of day:Over the hill and townThe sun goes down:Clearly from hillside fields with evening grayI hear ...
When shadows pale are sinking in hues the twilight weaves,Upon the golden grain fields of gleaming wheaten sheaves--Upon the emerald ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
We gathered, in a circle in the Parlor of the church gathering to study your word, the message in the ...
The monster has escaped from the dungeon where he was kept by the Baron, who made him with knobs sticking ...
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered, Where I had seven sons until to-day, A little hill of ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
We knew that land once, You and I, and once we wandered there in the long days now long gone ...
We loved our nightjar, but she would not stay with us. We had found her lying as dead, but soft ...
Two Workmen were carrying a sheet of asbestos down the main street of Dingle; it must have been nailed, at ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
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