And, the Last Day Being Come (Trumbull Stickney Poems)
And, the last day being come, Man stood aloneEre sunrise on the world's dismantled verge,Awaiting how from everywhere should urgeThe ...
And, the last day being come, Man stood aloneEre sunrise on the world's dismantled verge,Awaiting how from everywhere should urgeThe ...
I found far culled from fragrant field and groveEach flower that makes our Spring a welcome guest;In one sweet bond ...
Three times the glorious god of light, and life, Along the sapphire pavement of the sky Careering,--through the immense of ...
Courage was cast about her like a dressOf solemn comeliness,A gathered mind and an untroubled faceDid give her dangers grace. ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
SMALL, fragile, and dark-eyed was Alan's mother, Of Highland blood; her solemn Saxon mate Had ne'er been able quite to ...
The snow lies deep on hill and dale,In rocky gulch and grassy vale,The tiny, trickling, tumbling fallsAre frozen 'twixt their ...
Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of renown,For ten years her husband was mayor of the town; For ten years ...
Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of renown,For ten years her husband was mayor of the town; For ten ...
FAREWELL oh mocking Wind! No more I mix Thine airy substance with my world, the Tree: Farewell, oh Carbon, that ...
Those paths I brushed With the feet of a child - where have they gone? They roll down as tears ...
High and compressed, the Southern trees No shelter from the sun afford. The girls free ramble by the Han, ...
THAT year? Yes, doubtless I remember still,-- Though why take count of every wind that blows! 'T was plain, ...
Do you mind if I write a few lines for you tonight? I'm fuelled for sure, perhaps a bit ebullient, ...
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
ANGEL of gaiety, have you tasted grief? Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite, And the vague terrors of ...
I. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Dismembered angel In whose heart the earth is still on fire, The moon still has not been split-off; Here is ...
She was four, he was one, it was raining, we had colds, we had been in the apartment two weeks ...
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
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