Men (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
"How many goodly creatures are there here!" Miranda doted on the sight of seamen, The very casual adventurers Who took a flood as ...
"How many goodly creatures are there here!" Miranda doted on the sight of seamen, The very casual adventurers Who took a flood as ...
ENOUGH has been said about rosesTo fill thirty thick volumes;There are as many songs about rosesAs there are roses in ...
I VERSE a Settler's Tale of the old times,-One told me by our friend, the kindly sage,Old Egremont, who then ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
A settler in the olden times went forthWith four of his most bold and trusted menInto the wilderness-went forth to ...
Now with a humming from the greening skies,Sphinx moths with course set true,Shoot forth, torpedoes with a spinning screw,And bulbous ...
"TELL us a story," comes the cry From little lips when nights are ...
IListen: going up the streetThe echo of my soldier's feet.A sound already growing dimIs all I now can hold of ...
"O once in my saddle I used to go dashing, O once in my saddle I used to be gay! ...
"IINTO the west of the waters on the living ocean's foam, Into the west of the sunset where the young ...
This morning more mysterious seems the sea Than yesterday when, with reverberant roar, It charged upon the beaches, and the ...
When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a ...
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade; ...
We gather each year to remember the year gone by the harvest season, the days of thanksgiving the first Thanksgiving, ...
Saints and Strangers share the space under my skin in my blood, my history Pilgrims and adventurers who stayed in ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
WHAT miracle was it that made this grey Rathgar Seem holy earth, a leaping-place from star to star? I know ...
HOW came this pigmy rabble spun, After the gods and kings of old, Upon a tapestry begun With threads of ...
(A Poem Game.) The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, Now orders ...
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