Houses (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For Aline) When you shall die and to the sky Serenely, delicately go, Saint Peter, when he sees you there, ...
(For Aline) When you shall die and to the sky Serenely, delicately go, Saint Peter, when he sees you there, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, ...
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his ...
A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze, With labored respiration, moves the wheat From distant reaches, till the golden seas Break ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
THE rock-like mud unfroze a little, and rills Ran and sparkled down each side of the road Under the catkins ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
THE owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo From building and battered paving-stone. The headlight scoffs at the mist, And ...
NOW when the spirit in us wakes and broods, Filled with home yearnings, drowsily it flings From its deep heart ...
LET us leave our island woods grown dim and blue; O'er the waters creeping the pearl dust of the eve ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
We were out on the hills that night To watch our sheep; Drowsily by the fire we lay Where the ...
I Soft is the sky in the mist-kirtled east, Light is abroad on the sea, All of the heaven with ...
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