Proem to American Song (Paul Engle Poems)
BLOW, LONG TRADE WINDS of American speech,Over this land where we can rise, unfurlOur new and untried sails, and drive ...
BLOW, LONG TRADE WINDS of American speech,Over this land where we can rise, unfurlOur new and untried sails, and drive ...
WHAT ailed young Lucius? Art had vainly triedTo guess his ill, and found herself defied.The Augur plied his legendary skill;Useless; ...
A woodcutter bought him a gander, Or at least that was what he supposed, As a matter of fact, 'twas a slander As ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
I. Leave, bashfull Muse, the too hot Latian Shore, To Albions temperate Clime sail or'e; Sing Learnings Tempe, where clear ...
Think, kind Jesu, my salvationCaused Thy wondrous Incarnation,Leave me not to reprobation.Faint and weary Thou hast sought me,On the Cross ...
IHeavily my desk uponLay a Hebrew Lexicon.As I pried into the tomeI thought me of Saint Hierome,By the Jew tormented ...
Our Mr. Jiggs was certainly an estimable youth,A pillar of propriety, a champion of truth;He had a good position in ...
Born to the sun and smiling skies, And bird-songs to the morning flung,To joyousness that never dies In ...
Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign To put upon the cover of this book? Who heard thee ...
With that urgent hope, a teacher started her day holding the hand of a young child at the beginning of ...
No Autumn's intercepting Chill Appalls this Tropic Breast -- But African Exuberance And Asiatic rest. (Emily Dickinson)
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
(after Spillane) Let us be aware of the true dark gods Acknowledgeing the cache of the crotch The primitive pure ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
No more meekly saying 'yes' When my heart is screaming 'no' No more taming of my feelings So my power ...
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