The Image Broken (Anne C Lynch Poems)
'Twas but a dream; a fond and foolish dream; The calenture of a delirious brain,Whose fever thirst creates the rushing ...
'Twas but a dream; a fond and foolish dream; The calenture of a delirious brain,Whose fever thirst creates the rushing ...
Purged, with the life they left, of allThat makes life paltry and mean and small,In their new dedication chargedWith something ...
BENEATH this narrow jostling street, Unruffled by the noise of feet, Like a slow organ-note I hear The pulses ...
In the old wars of the world there were camp-followers,Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire,Women of weak ...
HOW various are the parts, by heaven assign'dTo fill the motley drama of mankind!To some 'tis given, apart from noise ...
O RUFF-EMBASTIONED vast Elizabeth, Bush to these bushel-bellied casks of wine, Home-growth, 'tis true, but rank as turpentine-What would we ...
THESE logs with drama and with dream are rife, For all their golden Summers and green Springs Through leaf and ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
A human interest story in the midst of the chaos the flooding of the Merrimack in the heart of the ...
Slide, fall into the realm the inky stillness after restless days Wake, fitfully Scraps of memory or Technicolor show Prescience ...
A wind's word, the Hebrew Hallelujah. I wonder they never gave it to a boy (Hal for short) boy with ...
Its little Ether Hood Doth sit upon its Head -- The millinery supple Of the sagacious God -- Till when ...
Of all the Souls that stand create -- I have elected -- One -- When Sense from Spirit -- files ...
'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe -- 'Tis dimmer than a Lace -- No stature has it, like a Fog ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night With open ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Purged, with the life they left, of all That makes life paltry and mean and small, In their new dedication ...
HE lived on the wings of storm. The ashes are in Chihuahua. Out of Ludlow and coal towns in Colorado ...
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
When he, who is the unforgiven, Beheld her first, he found her fair: No promise ever dreamt in heaven Could ...
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