From the “Commemoration Ode” (Harriet Monroe Poems)
WASHINGTONWHEN dreaming kings, at odds with swift paced time, Would strike that banner down,A nobler knight than ever writ or rhyme With ...
WASHINGTONWHEN dreaming kings, at odds with swift paced time, Would strike that banner down,A nobler knight than ever writ or rhyme With ...
Into the rock the road is cut full deep, At its low ledges village children play,From its high rifts fountains of ...
On through the mist of the morning,On through the midday glare;A hard, rough ride by the Rosebud's side,Cutting swaths through ...
My name is Water: I have sped Through strange, dark ways, untried before,By pure desire of friendship led, Cochituate's ambassador;He sends four ...
Gigantic sire, unfallen still thy crest! Primeval dweller where the wild winds rest, Beyond the ken of mortal e'er to tell What power ...
Who watched the worn-out Winter die? Who, peering through the window-pane At nightfall, under sleet and rainSaw the old graybeard totter by?Who ...
When God turned back eternity and was young,Ancient of Days, grown little for your mirth(As under the low arch the ...
Yes,— I can fancy, in the spring Of childhood's sunny hours,That Nature's infant Priest and King Loved to gaze on flowers;For lightly, ...
The gem is not this ode itself;Hardly can it aspire so high.Earth has its gems; but all its wealth,Increased by ...
Winter clouds snow-laden, cotton fluff flying,None or few the unfallen flowers.Chill waves sweep through steep skies,Yet earth's gentle breath grows ...
Spirit of Dreams! When many a toilsome heightShut paradise from exiled Adam's sight,Two wedded powers were given thenceforth to strayOn ...
From the mystic sidereal spaces,In the noon of a night 'mid of May,Came a spirit that murmured to me --Or ...
So from the ground we felt that virtue branch Through all our veins till we were whole, our wrists As ...
Thou who singest through the earth, All the earth's wild creatures fly thee,Everywhere thou marrest mirth. Dumbly they defy thee.There ...
UNFALLEN drops hung on the grassAnd dripped from the bright aster's head;Voiceless did the swallows passAbove our voiceless dead.Crickets to ...
When God turned back eternity and was young, Ancient of Days, grown little for your mirth (As under the low ...
You whom the kings saluted; who refused not The one great pleasure of ignoble days, Fame without name and glory ...
Here, where precipitate Spring with one light bound Into hot Summer's lusty arms expires; And where go forth at morn, ...
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