Poets (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells That the wind sways above a ruined shrine. Vainer his voice in whom ...
Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells That the wind sways above a ruined shrine. Vainer his voice in whom ...
(For Thomas Walsh) I On nights like this the huddled sheep Are like white clouds upon the grass, And merry ...
We who beg for bread as we daily tread Country lane and city street, Let us kneel and pray on ...
Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously, And match and blend thy words with curious art? For Song, one saith, ...
(For Helen Parry Eden) "Hail Mary, full of grace," the Angel saith. Our Lady bows her head, and is ashamed; ...
(For Louise Imogen Guiney) There is a wall of flesh before the eyes Of John, who yet perceives and hails ...
When you had played with life a space And made it drink and lust and sing, You flung it back ...
My hands were stained with blood, my heart was proud and cold, My soul is black with shame . . ...
(For Aline) Because the road was steep and long And through a dark and lonely land, God set upon my ...
"Dulce et decorum est" The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of war it sings to-day. The road is ...
(For Aline) Homer, they tell us, was blind and could not see the beautiful faces Looking up into his own ...
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
(For Shaemas O Sheel) One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed, His eyes were full of ...
(For the Rev. Charles L. O'Donnell, C. S. C.) The garden of God is a radiant place, And every flower ...
A few long-hoarded pennies in his hand Behold him stand; A kilted Hedonist, perplexed and sad. The joy that once ...
(For John Bunker) The roar of the world is in my ears. Thank God for the roar of the world! ...
(For My Mother) The halls that were loud with the merry tread of young and careless feet Are still with ...
(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.) Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, Are you errant strands ...
(For Thomas Augustine Daly) The Judge's house has a splendid porch, with pillars and steps of stone, And the Judge ...
(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree ...
(For S. M. L.) I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea, But it ...
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