To A Poet Breaking Silence (Francis Thompson Poems)
Too wearily had we and songBeen left to look and left to long,Yea, song and we to long and look,Since ...
Too wearily had we and songBeen left to look and left to long,Yea, song and we to long and look,Since ...
IT rushes home, our own express, So cheerfully, no one would guess The weight it carries Of tired husbands, back ...
Semichorus.Oh Tyrant Love! hast thou possestThe prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast?Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim,And Arts but soften us ...
Spirit of Freemen, wake;No truce with Slavery make,Thy deadly foe;In fair disguises dressed,Too long hast thou caress'dThe serpent in thy ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Something simple after each school day the girls asking for something to drink So many choices what I can offered ...
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Too wearily had we and song Been left to look and left to long, Yea, song and we to long ...
1 SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road-lo! such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality; The spiritual, ...
I've been going right on, page by page, since we last kissed, two long dolls in a cage, two hunger-mongers ...
This ocean, humiliating in its disguises Tougher than anything. No one listens to poetry. The ocean Does not mean to ...
Far beyond the sunrise and the sunset rises Heaven, with worlds on worlds that lighten and respond: Thought can see ...
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
So here the great man stood, fermenting malice and poems we have to be nearly as fierce against ourselves as ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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