To A City Friend (Alexander Anderson Poems)
You prate about your busy town, And look upon myself with pity,As something too much overgrown To grace your cultivated ...
You prate about your busy town, And look upon myself with pity,As something too much overgrown To grace your cultivated ...
SHEPHERD Not the blue-fountained Florida hotel, Bell-capped, bellevued, straight-jacketed and decked With chromium palms and a fromage of moon, Not ...
Behold an Indian isle, reposedUpon the deep's enamoured breast,Even like a royal bride, be-rosedWith passion in her happy rest.Or, when ...
Sunset again! Behind the massy greenOf the continuous oaks the sun hath fallen, And his last rays have struggled through, ...
This is my welcome; this is how I have decided to bid All Hail! to thee and to the other ...
THE night was thick and hazy When the 'Piccadilly Daisy' Carried down the crew and captain in the ...
ONE evening 'mid the summer flown Has stamp'd my memory more than any; It pass'd us by among the many, ...
When Leonardo was a lad there was a certain setWho snubbed him most outrageously - in fact, they snub him ...
I am not dazzled by my muse:One could not call her beautiful.Nor would the sight of her dispatchYoung men in ...
Melibæus. WElcome fair Nymphs, most welcome to this shade, Distemp'ring Heats do now the Plains invade: But you may sit, ...
All winter the fire devoured everything -- tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers. When April finally arrived, I opened ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
O dear sweet rosy unattainable desire ...how sad, no way to change the mad cultivated asphodel, the visible reality... and ...
A plow, they say, to plow the snow. They cannot mean to plant it, no-- Unless in bitterness to mock ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
The window opens to a ledge. There is a great darkness coming. The betrayers of lineage. Their savior walking across ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the ...
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