The Return (John Peale Bishop Poems)
NIGHT and we heard heavy cadenced hoofbeatsOf troops departing; the last cohorts leftBy the North Gate. That night some listened ...
NIGHT and we heard heavy cadenced hoofbeatsOf troops departing; the last cohorts leftBy the North Gate. That night some listened ...
They see you as they see you,A poor farmer with no name,Ploughing cloudward, sowing the windWith squalls of gulls at ...
A whole-tail dog, and a half-tail dog,And a dog without a tail,Went all three out on an autumn dayTo follow ...
The cat-fish with whiskers that lives in the brook,Is an ugly old beast with the wickedest look.I suppose there were ...
''Powers, erst of heaven; and, haply, yet again, As, with the years, we wiser, mightier grow, Thither, triumphant, destined to ...
No, no, my friend; there is an agony Not to be exorcised out of the world By any ...
Off across the wide arroyo sweeps the breezes of the fall,Where the haze of Injun summer sort o' lingers over ...
Winked to the birdcherry, gulped amid tears, Splashed over carriages' varnish, trees' tremble.Full moon. The musicians are picking their way ...
It drizzled, but not even grasses Would bend within the bag of storm; Dust only gulped its rain in pellets, ...
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue Since the days I gulped the physic that ...
Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor. I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because the lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
O Tavern of the Golden Snail! Ten sous have I, so I'll regale; Ten sous your amber brew to sip ...
To buy for school a copy-book I asked my Dad for two-pence; He gave it with a gentle look, Although ...
Her little head just topped the window-sill; She even mounted on a stool, maybe; She pressed against the pane, as ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
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