A Plan (Donald Marquis Poems)
YOUTH is the season of revolt; at twenty-fiveWe curse the reigning politicians,Wondering that any man aliveStands for such damnable conditions.Whatever ...
YOUTH is the season of revolt; at twenty-fiveWe curse the reigning politicians,Wondering that any man aliveStands for such damnable conditions.Whatever ...
A city clerk was Henry Brown,Whose suburb knew nor tram nor train;And ev'ry morn he walked to town. From nine ...
The good old-fashioned mothers and the good old-fashioned dads,With their good old-fashioned lassies and their good old-fashioned lads,Still walk the ...
This is the song of the many Who seldom are mentioned in praise, The glorious millions of toilers Who splendidly ...
Two lone glad doves are sighing on the roof,Sending in mournful notes to the starsA faint tremble of wailing joy; ...
1. Ah Phillis! had you never loved, Your Hate I could have borne Contentedly, I would have proved The Object ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
("Saint Proxed's ever was the Church for peace") If down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Each sunny day upon my way A goat I pass; He has a beard of silver grey, A bell of ...
The harridan who holds the inn At which I toss a pot, Is old and uglier than sin,-- I'm glad ...
My neighbour has a field of wheat And I a rood of vine; And he will give me bread to ...
The strongest creature for his size But least equipped for combat That dwells beneath Australian skies Is Weary Will the ...
I never may turn the loop of a road Where sudden, ahead, the sea is Iying, But my heart drags ...
Though you know it anyhow Listen to me, darling, now, Proving what I need not prove How I know I ...
Not every wino is a Holy Man. Oh, but some of them are. I love those who've learned to sit ...
Thank Heaven! the crisis- The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last- And the fever called ...
'Twas on the 26th of August, the sun was burning hot, In the year of 1346, which will never be ...
Am I failing ? For no longer can I cast A glory round about this head of gold. Glory she ...
Our trees are aspens, but people mistake them for birches; they think of us as characters in a Russian novel, ...
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