An Address To Winter (Elizabeth Bentley Poems)
THOU, Winter, with protracted sway,Dost still thy lingering flight delay,Still 'neath thy veil of snow,The charms of Nature lie conceal'd,To ...
THOU, Winter, with protracted sway,Dost still thy lingering flight delay,Still 'neath thy veil of snow,The charms of Nature lie conceal'd,To ...
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:How comes it then that this her cold so greatIs not ...
Come to my grave when I am gone,And bend a moment there alone;It will not cost thee much of painTo ...
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
A POOL was once congeal'd with frost; The frogs, in its deep waters lost, No longer dared to croak or ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
'O WHICH is the last rose?' A blossom of no name. At midnight the snow came; At daybreak a vast ...
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
To W. R. B. And so, to you, who always were Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot To me, I give these weedy ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
It comes oozing out of flowers at night, it comes out of the rain if a snake looks skyward, it ...
My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great ...
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 ...
WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow'ring cliffs in awful ...
Oh Sigh! thou steal'st, the herald of the breast, The lover's fears, the lover's pangs to tell; Thou bid'st with ...
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn Into the blowing Roses, Yet careless of its ...
Sir, Our times are much degenerate from those Which your sweet muse with your fair fortune chose, And as complexions ...
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