The Twelve-Forty-Five (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
At the back of the houses there is the wood. While there is a leaf of summer left, the wood ...
Some say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand Attests to a deed of hell; But of else than ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl themselves, each a minuscule muscle, but also, without the way ...
The night of the hurricane no end to the shaking The house on the bluff exposed to the wind The ...
Like a steam engine, a freight train roaring on ethereal tracks in the heavens the presence of God, the Spirit ...
It is very aggravating To hear the solemn prating Of the fossils who are stating That old Horace was a ...
A Thriving Merchant, who no Loss sustained, In little time a mighty Fortune gain'd. No Pyrate seiz'd his still returning ...
The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn Under the hand of the village barber, And her in the angle ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Its Hour with itself The Spirit never shows. What Terror would enthrall the Street Could Countenance disclose The Subterranean Freight ...
How News must feel when travelling If News have any Heart Alighting at the Dwelling 'Twill enter like a Dart! ...
How many Flowers fail in Wood -- Or perish from the Hill -- Without the privilege to know That they ...
Had we known the Ton she bore We had helped the terror But she straighter walked for Freight So be ...
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable 'Twould crumble with the weight. (Emily Dickinson)
Before He comes we weigh the Time! 'Tis Heavy and 'tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing ...
A single Clover Plank Was all that saved a Bee A Bee I personally knew From sinking in the sky ...
"Speech" -- is a prank of Parliament -- "Tears" -- is a trick of the nerve -- But the Heart ...
The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier -- If eager for the ...
That Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love; It is enough, the freight should be Proportioned ...
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And ...
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
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