The Comrade (Edith Wharton Poems)
WILD winged thing, O brought I know not whence To beat your life out in my life's low cage; You ...
WILD winged thing, O brought I know not whence To beat your life out in my life's low cage; You ...
He had been with the Indians all the day, But sat with us at eve,Chatting and laughing in his genial ...
The age proceeds along its iron path,All hearts a brim with greed; and every hourOur common dreams grow ever more ...
A PAIR of lovers in the street! I dare not mock: with reverence meet My unforgetting heart I cheat. ...
THERE was hurry and hest in Heorot nowfor hands to bedeck it, and dense was the throngof men and women ...
The fair Pamela came to town,To London town, in early summer;And up and down and round aboutThe beaux discussed the ...
Whither, O, my sweet mistress, must I follow thee? For when I hear thy distant footfall nearing, And wait on ...
Green be the turf above thee,Friend of my better days!None knew thee but to love thee,Nor named thee but to ...
Once, on the river banks we knew,A child, who laughing ran to chooseA lily there, essayed to treadThe lawn of ...
The swell and glitter of this stately stave Are tinsel trappings of but little worth; So poor they sometimes move ...
Yon strange blue city crowns a scarped steepNo mortal foot hath bloodlessly essayed:Dreams and illusions beacon from its keep.But at ...
He had been cursed, like Midas,With the golden touch. Where his hand restedWas minted metal and its accumulation,Scoffing essayed control ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
Where are the passions they essayed, And where the tears they made to flow? Where the wild humours they portrayed ...
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The ...
There was a man with tongue of wood Who essayed to sing, And in truth it was lamentable. But there ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
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