The Letter (John Hall Wheelock Poems)
The night is measureless, no voice, no cry,Pierces the dark in which the planet swings --It is the shadow of ...
The night is measureless, no voice, no cry,Pierces the dark in which the planet swings --It is the shadow of ...
The moon begins her stately ride Across the summer sky; The happy wavelets lash the shore,-- The tide is rising high. Beneath some friendly ...
1660At last the long darkness of anarchy lifts, and the dawn o'er the grayIn rosy pulsation floods; the tremulous amber ...
FROM the squat tavern laughing to the eastHe turned; within the murmuring babbleceas'd;And red wine split on scattered roses thereExhaled ...
COUNTRY'SWEET are the lanes and the hedges, the fields made red with the clover, With tall field-sorrel, and ...
Once over the ocean in distant lands,In an age long past, were two hostile bands—Two armies of men, both brave, ...
NOW God be praised! for this old world has moved;Time's rusty wheels-at last are newly grooved;And our own country vibrates ...
Oh, Poesy! exquisite gift,Thou art a magnet that shall liftMy gold from out the drossy rift.Thou art my soul's refulgent ...
CRUEL and wild the battle: Great horses plunged and reared, And through dust-cloud and smoke-cloud, Blood-red with sunset's angry flush, ...
"Behind the board fence at the banker's house The slender, tawn-gray creature starves and thirsts In agony of fear. A ...
THE dull, faint patter in the drooping hours Drifts in upon my sleep and fills my hair With damp; the ...
XXVThe leaden eyelids of wan twilight close Upon the sun; and now the misty dew Trails its wet skirts across ...
LEAGUES before me, leagues behind, Clamor warring wastes of flood, All the streams of all the worlds Flung together, mad ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
I He bends his travel-tarnished feet To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares Along the ...
in my reading of the moment i have learned the figure next to christ in da vinci's last supper (a ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
SOFT, small, and sweet as sunniest flowers That bask in heavenly heat When bud by bud breaks, breathes, and cowers, ...
Someone's Mother trails the street Wrapt in rotted rags; Broken slippers on her feet Drearily she drags; Drifting in the ...
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