Exultation (Emma Lazarus Poems)
BEHOLD, I walked abroad at early morning,The fields of June were bathed in dew and lustre,The hills were clad with ...
BEHOLD, I walked abroad at early morning,The fields of June were bathed in dew and lustre,The hills were clad with ...
See where the allied armies camped,Where plumed and painted dancers tramped—'Tis still the same, the same wild scene,As though the ...
WHEN the corn is green and the poppies red And the fields are crimson with love-lies-bleeding, When the ...
Old Winter's joys are many; keen and bracing is his air,Tracing forms of grace and beauty on the window-pane;Yet when ...
UNUSUALLY alert, young SpringIs stretching wide her purple wing,To renovate the Earth;Already o'er our wint'ry IsleShe sheds her joy-diffusing smile,And ...
UPWARD we went by fields of asphodel,Leaving Ortygia's moat-bound walls below;By orchards, where the wind-flowers' drifted snowLay lightly heaped upon ...
What is the secret of your life, browsing ox, Ox the sweet grass eating? Who strung the mighty sinews in ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of ...
Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast ...
Pale scrapings of people with lipstick ringed glasses and cigarettes burning, and laughter trickling up and down their knotty throats. ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
The horizons ring me like faggots, Tilted and disparate, and always unstable. Touched by a match, they might warm me, ...
Bound to your bookseller, leap to your library, Deluge your dealer with bakshish and bribary, Lean on the counter and ...
Beautiful city of Edinburgh! Where the tourist can drown his sorrow By viewing your monuments and statues fine During the ...
Bonnie Clara, will you go to the bonnie Sidlaw hills And pu' the blooming heather, and drink from their rills? ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
Ye lovers of the picturesque, away and see Beautiful Balmoral, near by the River Dee; There ye will see the ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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