Mogg Megone – Part III. (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
Ah! weary Priest! — with pale hands pressedOn thy throbbing brow of pain,Baffled in thy life-long quest,Overworn with toiling vain,How ...
1 My Brothers of this world, of ev'ry Nation, Some maxims of prudence the Muse would inspire. Now restlessness reigns throughout every station; The ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
Popular Song of Kafiristan.Your eyes are black like water-melon pips,Your lips are red like the red flesh of water-melons,Your loins ...
I have killed the moth flying around my night-light; wingless and dead it liesupon the floor.(O who will kill the ...
Little vultures, circling over their fresh prey waiting not so patiently, swooping down and back, because they weren't yet ready ...
Italian people peaceful are,-- Let it be to their credit. They mostly fail to win a war, --Oh they themselves ...
THE BALLOONS hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens. They spot their yellow and gold, they juggle their blue and ...
When I eat crab, slide the rosy rubbery claw across my tongue I think of my mother. She'd drive down ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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