The Proud Poet (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For Shaemas O Sheel) One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed, His eyes were full of ...
(For Shaemas O Sheel) One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed, His eyes were full of ...
The dappled die-away Cheek and wimpled lip, The gold-wisp, the airy-grey Eye, all in fellowship- This, all this beauty blooming, ...
THE stones in the streamlet I make my bright pillow, And open my arms to the swift-rolling billow, That lovingly ...
THERE stands on yonder high mountain A castle built of yore, Where once lurked horse and horseman In rear of ...
In this noble ring to-day Let my warning shame ye! Listen to my solemn voice,-- Seldom does it name ye. ...
Watching Christ sitting at the table speaking words unlike the others always the same before Hushed, in that moment the ...
Lustful, our carnal nature the corruption of our sexuality focused on the earthly the things of man The garden there ...
A CLOISTERED nun had a lover Dwelling in the neighb'ring town; Both racked their brains to discover How they best ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
When one of them passed through the market place of Seleucia, toward the hour that night falls as a tall ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
DAUGHTER of Chaos' doting years, Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade (The rights of ...
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
Alphonso Rex who died in Rome Was quite a fistful as a kid; For when I visited his home, That ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this With its chances for work - and enjoyment That a ...
Daphnis must from Chloe part: Now is come the dismal Hour That must all his Hopes devour, All his Labour, ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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