The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water ...
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