Alexander VI Dines with the Cardinal of Capua (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
WHEN with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold I breathe the burning odours of your breast, Before my eyes ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath To love me, I looked forward to the moon To ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
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