The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush Its ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
And wilt thou weep when I am low? Sweet lady! speak those words again: Yet if they grieve thee, say ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Here, whence all have departed orwill do, here airless, where that witchy ball wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a ...
THOU, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still, The eve is thine which even now drops down, To carry ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
Escape me? Never- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, ...
CLARINDA, mistres of my soul, The measur'd time is run! The wretch beneath the dreary pole So marks his latest ...
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
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