Eight Sonnets (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
I When you, that at this moment are to me Dearer than words on paper, shall ...
I When you, that at this moment are to me Dearer than words on paper, shall ...
God had called us, and we came;Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house,Open flung to us, ...
Down, you mongrel, Death!Back into your kennel!I have stolen breathIn a stalk of fennel!You shall scratch and you shall whineMany ...
(He speaks, but to himself, being aware how it is with her)Think not I have not heard.Well-fanged the double wordAnd ...
IThe first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of ...
There will be rose and rhododendronWhen you are dead and under ground; Still will be heard from white syringasHeavy with ...
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year, I walked the road beside my dear. The ...
Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, And all the flowers that in the springtime grow, And ...
"Heaven bless the babe!" they said. "What queer books she must have read!" (Love, by whom I was beguiled, Grant I may not bear a child.) "Little does she guess to-day What the world may be!" they say. (Snow, drift deep and cover Till the spring my murdered lover.)(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for commercialPurposes, work hard at that.I think I will learn the ...
I know I am but summer to your heart,And not the full four seasons of the year;And you must welcome ...
When reeds are dead and straw to thatch the marshes, And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind Like Ag?d warriors ...
Doubt no more that Oberon—Never doubt that PanLived, and played a reed, and ranAfter nymphs in a dark forest,In the ...
Spring rides no horses down the hill,But comes on foot, a goose-girl still.And all the loveliest things there beCome simply, ...
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year, I walked the road beside my dear. The ...
I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you ...
There will be rose and rhododendron When you are dead and under ground; Still will be heard from white syringas ...
When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes, And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind Like aged ...
Edna St. Vincent Millay - Intention To Escape From Him I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for ...
Spring rides no horses down the hill, But comes on foot, a goose-girl still. And all the loveliest things there ...
Doubt no more that Oberon- Never doubt that Pan Lived, and played a reed, and ran After nymphs in a ...
(He speaks, but to himself, being aware how it is with her) Think not I have not heard. Well-fanged the ...
I The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief ...
Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, And all the flowers that in the springtime grow, And dusty roads, ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
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