Wise Men In Their Bad Hours (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
Wise men in their bad hours have envied The little people making merry like grasshoppers In spots of sunlight, hardly ...
Wise men in their bad hours have envied The little people making merry like grasshoppers In spots of sunlight, hardly ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
COME, dear old comrade, you and I Will steal an hour from days gone by, The shining days when life ...
COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus, With clouds of mist, And, like the boy who lops The thistles' heads, Disport with ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand ...
ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last; I can't resist, whatever may have passed, But must relate, what ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
I thought my father was far too fat - eagerly I told him so, if he was offended it didn't ...
The stars, a jolly company, I envied, straying late and lonely; And cried upon their revelry: "O white companionship! You ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I'll join ...
(November, 1863) A kindling impulse seized the host Inspired by heaven's elastic air; Their hearts outran their General's plan, Though ...
'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
A bear, however hard he tries, Grows tubby without exercise. Our Teddy Bear is short and fat, Which is not ...
I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the long ...
Child of a day, thou knowest not The tears that overflow thy urn, The gushing eyes that read thy lot, ...
Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and ...
In the midst of the battle I turned, (For the thunders could flourish ...
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