A Health To Dear Woman (John Pierpont Poems)
A health to dear woman! she bids us untwineFrom the cup it encircles the fast-clinging vine:But her cheek in its ...
A health to dear woman! she bids us untwineFrom the cup it encircles the fast-clinging vine:But her cheek in its ...
I.Corpses are cold in the tomb;Stones on the pavement are dumb;Abortions are dead in the womb,And their mothers look pale-like ...
NOW, while the rear-guard of the flying year,Rugged December on the season's vergeMarshals his pale days to the mournful dirgeOf ...
1.Spirit here that reignest!Spirit here that painest!Spirit here that burneth!Spirit here that mourneth!Spirit! I bowMy forehead low,Enshaded with thy pinions!Spirit! ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
An ode after Easter.Cast wide the folding doorways of the East,For now is light increased!And the wind-besomed chambers of the ...
LEAN BACK, and get some minutes' peace; Let your head leanBack to the shoulder with its fleece Of ...
. Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From ...
VOT gollops at mitnight, Mit h'roolah and yell, Like der teufel's wild yager Boorst loose out of hell? Vot cleams ...
Before I was famous I used to sitIn a dull old under-ground room I knew,And sip cheap beer, and be ...
In his great cushioned chair by the fenderAn old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,Warm rays ...
I."Through the summer day, through the weary day, We have glided long; Ere we speed to the Night through her ...
A fortnight before Christmas Gypsies were everywhere:Vans were drawn up on wastes, women trailed to the fair.'My gentleman,' said one, ...
CLOUD-MAIDENS that float on forever, Dew-sprinkled, fleet bodies, and fair, Let us rise from our Sire's loud river, Great Ocean, ...
MY lands, not thine, we look upon, Friend Croesus, hill and vale and lawn. Mine every woodland madrigal, And mine ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From the golden lute so thrilling Hymns of ...
Oh, the charm of idle dreaming Where the dappled shadows dance, All the leafy aisles are teeming With the lure ...
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