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 ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
(For Aline) Now by what whim of wanton chance Do radiant eyes know sombre days? And feet that shod in ...
(For S. M. E.) I take my leave, with sorrow, of Him I love so well; I look my last ...
(For Aline) Monsignore, Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus, Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni, Now of the delightful Court of ...
I Serene and beautiful and very wise, Most erudite in curious Grecian lore, You lay and read your learned books, ...
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