Ogrin The Hermit (Edith Wharton Poems)
Ogrin the Hermit in old age set forth This tale to them that sought him in the extreme Ancient grey ...
Ogrin the Hermit in old age set forth This tale to them that sought him in the extreme Ancient grey ...
With fierce noons beaming, moons of glory gleaming, Full conduits streaming, where fair bathers lie, With sunsets ...
O ponder well, ye serving Maids, The doleful Tale I sing: Learn how disastrous 'tis to wear Too high your ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours,When the waters of time ...
To Rev. Father E. Sourin, S.J., from A. J. Ryan; first, in memory of some happy hours passed in his ...
Golden lights and lengthening shadows,Flings the splendid sun declining,O'er the monastery gardenRich in flower, fruit and foliage.Through the avenue of ...
PEARL-SLASHED and purple and crimson and fringed with gray mist of the hills, The pennons of morning advance to the ...
"SOME space beyond the garden close I sauntered down the shadowed lawn; It was the hour when sluggards doze, ...
In the old capital they stood, With yellow fox-furs plain, Their manners all correct and good, Speech free ...
(From The Jungle Book) Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the ...
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; ...
BOY Most venerable and learned sir, Tall and true Philosopher, These rings of smoke you blow all day With such ...
A friend sends her perfumed carriage And high-bred horses to fetch me. I decline the invitation of My old poetry ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The Hielan' lassies are a' for spinnin', The Lowlan' lassies for prinkin' and pinnin'; My daddie w'u'd chide me, an' ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted ...
(Parvati at her lattice) O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twine among my tresses, A jewelled clasp of shining ...
HER life is a revolving dream Of languid and sequestered ease; Her girdles and her fillets gleam Like changing fires ...
Let us put awhile away All the cares of work-a-day, For a golden time forget, Task and worry, toil and ...
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