Prevailing Winds (Lee Anderson2 Poems)
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
When summer's hot and sultry raysAre burdening our summer days,And men and beast are sore oppress'd,And vainly sigh and pant ...
Argument.Hail to thee, Sound!-The power of Euterpe in all the scenes of life-in religion; in works of charity; in soothing ...
I'MID glad green miles of tillageAnd fields where cattle graze,A prosy little village,You drowse away the days.And yet — a ...
Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were,With your back-tilted hat and careless hair,And open, honest, fresh, fair face and ...
Translation Iby Dr. Josephine Barry DavisAh! How beautiful is Kabul encircled by her arid mountainsAnd Rose, of the trails of ...
Is it Man alone who merits Immortality or death?Each created thing inherits Equal air and common breath.Souls pass onward: some are ranging Happy ...
O FRESH, how fresh and fairThrough the crystal gulfs of air,The fairy South Wind floateth on her subtle wings of ...
Dost thou hear the tom-toms throbbing,Like a lonely lover sobbingFor the beauty that is robbing him of all his life's ...
WHEN unto thee I sent the page all white,Instead of first thereon inscribing aught,The space thou doubtless filledst up in ...
WHEN in the dance of the Nymphs, in the moonlight so holy assembled,Mingle the Graces, down from Olympus in secret ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD The Disincantation.ARGUMENT. Crispulus hic, nulli Nugarum Laude secundus, Cui Mens Lucis inops, Stulta Ruina Dom?s; ...
(AT A SUMMER-F?TE FOR HIM IN CHRISTIANIA, 1871)We welcome you this wondrous summer-day,When childhood's dreams on earth are streaming,To bloom ...
"IWe went walking in the morning just before the sun was rising.Sad the orchard, sad our thoughts were, sad too ...
WHEN unto thee I sent the page all white, Instead of first thereon inscribing aught, The space thou doubtless filledst ...
WHEN in the dance of the Nymphs, in the moonlight so holy assembled, Mingle the Graces, down from Olympus in ...
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Until we meet a snake; 'Tis then we sigh for houses, And our ...
So sweet the hour, so calm the time, I feel it more than half a crime, When Nature sleeps and ...
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