Guardian Angels (C J Dennis Poems)
Brothers; even those of you who are already in the sear and yellow leaf, and full of years and ...
Brothers; even those of you who are already in the sear and yellow leaf, and full of years and ...
AH! what enchanting scenes the eye beholds,When Spring her tender buds unfolds,To meet the rising blush of morn,And smiling green ...
There are nine rubles in this Indian ring, And every blood-red ruby is a part Of the nine-petalled rose that ...
Translated From the Chinese of Chang Chiu Ling (675-740).I am in love with a child dreaming at the window.Not for ...
The ways of the learned to me are "Greek," And professors and such amaze me.I know, without trying, the thing ...
Translated From the Chinese of Li Po (705-762).The jade staircase is bright with dew.Slowly, this long night, the queen climbs,Letting ...
1When like a butterfly the Artist's mind In spring of life inhales the air,It can but say :"The earth is ...
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which ...
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
I don't know one damned butterfly from another my ignorance of the stars is formidable, also of dogs & ferns ...
I care not what the sailors say: All those dreadful thunder-stones, All that storm that blots the day Can but ...
He. Never until this night have I been stirred. The elaborate starlight throws a reflection On the dark stream, Till ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
BARCAROLE ON THE STYX Fair youth with the rose at your lips, A riddle is hid in your eyes; Discard ...
Is the spider a monster in miniature? His web is a cruel stair, to be sure, Designed artfully, cunningly placed, ...
"Perhaps you'll tire of me," muses my love, although she's like a great city to me, or a park that ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
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