White Nassau (Bliss Carman Poem)
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
FOR a name unknown, Whose fame unblown Sleeps in the hills For ever and aye; For her who hears The ...
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who ...
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay, They call me and call me to follow them away. ...
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
When all the stars are sown Across the night-blue space, With the immense unknown, In silence face to face. We ...
Time out of mind I have stood Fronting the frost and the sun, That the dream of the world might ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
(Sappho XXIII) I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago, When the great oleanders were in flower In the broad ...
(Sappho LXXIV) If death be good, Why do the gods not die? If life be ill, Why do the gods ...
Lord of my heart's elation, Spirit of things unseen, Be thou my aspiration Consuming and serene! Bear up, bear out, ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
The lover of child Marjory Had one white hour of life brim full; Now the old nurse, the rocking sea, ...
Wind of the dead men's feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
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