Emily Hardcastle, Spinster (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
We shall come tomorrow morning, who were not to have her love,We shall bring no face of envy but a ...
We shall come tomorrow morning, who were not to have her love,We shall bring no face of envy but a ...
Part 1. St. Mark's hushed abbey heardThrough prayers a roar and din;A brawling voice did shout, "Knave shaveling, let me ...
To town one day rode Solon Stiles,O'er weary roads and rocky miles,And thro' long lanes, whose dusty breath,Did nearly smother ...
"I By the ditch in the hollow stands the tree, A cottonwood with deeply wrinkled bark About its mighty trunk, ...
He had a willow whistle and a fish hook that had beenMade with a youngster's witchery by the bending of ...
The world is against me, he said with a sigh."Somebody stops every scheme that I try.The world has me down ...
A clock stopped — not the mantel's Geneva's farthest skillCan't put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still.An awe ...
Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely contemptible, the dangled Carrot the ass follows to market or ...
"Here the hangman stops his cart: Now the best of friends must part. Fare you well, for ill fare I: ...
A Clock stopped -- Not the Mantel's -- Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing -- That just now ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
ALL you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages, You have not learn'd of Nature-of the politics of ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
(After Rilke) The city floats no longer like a bait To hook the nimble darting summer days. The glazed and ...
A poem moves forward, Like the passages and percussions of trains in progress A pattern of recurrence, a hammer of ...
Three men I saw beside a bar, Regarding o'er their bottle, A frog who smoked a rank cigar They'd jammed ...
Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the ...
Two lovers to a midnight meadow came High in the hills, to lie there hand and hand Like effigies and ...
Strong and slippery, built for the midnight grass-party confronted by four cats, he sleeps his time away-- the detached first ...
"The world is against me," he said with a sigh. "Somebody stops every scheme that I try. The world has ...
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