The Ingrate (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
BY night we looked across my field, The tasseled corn was fine to see, The moon was yellow on the rows And seemed ...
BY night we looked across my field, The tasseled corn was fine to see, The moon was yellow on the rows And seemed ...
How often in the years that close, When truce had stilled the sieging gun,The soldiers, mounting on their works, With mutual curious ...
The simple folk once used to throng These mouldering steps beneath, And every child that passed along Its soft petitions breathe, In pious days ...
All glory be to God on high,Who hath our race befriended!To us no harm shall now come nigh,The strife at ...
Grim stones whose gray lips keep your secret well,Our hands that touch you touch an ancient terror,An ancient woe, colossal ...
Thus, some tall tree that long hath stoodThe glory of its native wood,By storms destroyed, or length of years,Demands the ...
But now the level sea--horizon spanned With its unbroken line the azure round: I look again, and see the waters crowned With a ...
Outside your window, venerable with lightThe transient dusk, whose tale is never ended,Paused in a foreigner pausing, used to nightYet ...
CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee We obey.Joy to this great company! And no dayCome to steal this night away Till the rites ...
Once more among our archangelic hillsThe streets of this old, grave, and gracious townThrob with renewing vigor as when SpringRushes ...
Come on then, ye dwellers by nature in darkness, and like to the leaves' generations, ...
Now farewell, you kindly folk, For our rest is ended:Out into the wind and rainGo the roving men again, ...
When saucy Celia came my way I knew my sport was ended, So ceased my cunning rod to play, Since ...
the lord of Ravennahas been kind.What was my secret?Water, fire.Philosophy and my memoriesof Florence.Of course I haveanother life. A wife,children ...
Angels inhabit love songs. But they're sprites not seraphim. The angel that up-endedJacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits, stout ...
CYNTHIA, to thy power and thee We obey. Joy to this great company! And no day Come to steal this ...
Thus, some tall tree that long hath stood The glory of its native wood, By storms destroyed, or length of ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
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