Ode To Our Young Pro-Consuls Of The Air (Allen Tate Poems)
To St. John PerseOnce more the country callsFrom sleep, as from his doom,Each citizen to takeHis modest stakeWhere the sky ...
To St. John PerseOnce more the country callsFrom sleep, as from his doom,Each citizen to takeHis modest stakeWhere the sky ...
(Battleships of the Coronation Naval Review, Spithead, England, June 24,1911.) Hail, sceptered Mars, great god of wars! ...
A drop fell on the apple treeAnother on the roof;A half a dozen kissed the eaves,And made the gables laugh.A ...
I always rather bar —A bazaar.I simply cannot bear —A fancy fair.I'm not keen —On dancing on the green.An olde ...
I always rather barA Bazaar.I simply cannot bearA Fancy Fair.I'm not keenOn Dancing on the Green.An Olde Englyshe revelIs the ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
EN Amerique, professeur; En Angleterre, journaliste; C'est à grands pas et en sueur Que vous suivrez à peine ma piste. ...
I don't feel at home where I am, or where I spend time; only where, beyond counting, there's freedom and ...
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- Another -- on the Roof -- A Half a Dozen kissed the ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
Where were you Shirley of the Sanguine Lake? Where did you disappear? The echoes of your empty house Were almost ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
If all the year was summer-time, And all the aim of life Was just to lilt on like a rhyme ...
Unlovely city, to which few tourists come With squinting cameras and alien hats; Left under a cloud by those who ...
Six bulls I saw as black as jet, With crimsoned horns and amber eyes That chewed their cud without a ...
"little soul, little flirting, little perverse one where are you off to now? little wan one, firm one little exposed ...
A pencil, sir; a penny -- won't you buy? I'm cold and wet and tired, a sorry plight; Don't turn ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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