The Dance To Death. Act IV (Emma Lazarus Poems)
ACT IV.SCENE I. The City Hall at Nordhausen. Deputies and Burghers assembling. To the right, at a table near the ...
ACT IV.SCENE I. The City Hall at Nordhausen. Deputies and Burghers assembling. To the right, at a table near the ...
Subtly conscious, all awake,Let us clear our eyes, and breakThrough the cloudy chrysalis,See the wonder as it is.Down a narrow ...
Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood—Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey:He said, "I would not go ...
Here's the criminal's friend, delightful evening:come like an accomplice, with a wolf's loping:slowly the sky's vast vault hides each feature,and ...
Bristling Billy the porcupine,A person that nobody liked,Sinking a shaft on an ant-bed mine,Came on a burrowing lizard's line,And the ...
The miser lay on his lonely bed;Life's candle was burning dim.His heart in an iron chest was hidUnder heaps of ...
Within my heart a worm had long been hid.I knew it not when I went down and chidBecause some servants ...
Underneath their eider-robeRusset swede and golden globe,Feathered carrot, burrowing deep,Steadfast wait in charmed sleep;Treasure-houses wherein lie,Locked by angels' alchemy,Milk and ...
The sentinelSpied from his high cliff-towered citadelThe leaping flash of guns; butere the roarSprang from its den on thedim Asian ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
O soft embalmer of the still midnight, Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light, ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
The little voices of the prairie dogs Are tireless . . . They will give three hurrahs Alike to stage, ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Poets with whom I learned my trade. Companions of the Cheshire Cheese, Here's an old story I've remade, Imagining 'twould ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
My apparition rose from the fall of lead, Declared, 'I am a civilian.' It only served To aggravate your fright. ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging, continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten veins of fire deep in the earth ...
Striding through the gates of learning, Wrapped warmly in her black abaya, Modestly cloaked head to toe, Not a hair ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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