I’ve Often Laughed (Morris Rosenfeld Poems)
I've often laughed and oftener still have wept,A sighing always through my laughter crept,Tears were not far away...What is there ...
I've often laughed and oftener still have wept,A sighing always through my laughter crept,Tears were not far away...What is there ...
From early mornHave you been out, I'd say;To this morning's cordsCould the length of my heartstringsBe compared!(Ise)
To the Weaver Maid'sSlender cordsYou may compare them, yetYour heartstrings will beThe first to break I'd say(Ise)
. "I Can love thee well, believe me, As a sister true; Other ...
MY canty, witty, rhyming plughman,I haftin's dout, it is na' true, man,That ye between the stilts was bred,Wi' plughman school'd ...
Why should we court the storms that rave and rend, Safe at our household hearth? Why, starved and naked, ...
"DEAR marshes, by no hand of man Laboriously sown, My river clasps you in its arms ...
You can sigh o'er the sad-eyed Armenian Who weeps in her desolate home. You can mourn o'er the exile of ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glaresWith purple lights in the canyoned street.The fiery sign on the dark ...
A curvaceous body in the To Nu painting.O goddess of beauty! 'T is hither that you reign?Where are you now? ...
Day of hope and day of glory! After slavery and woe,Comes the dawn of woman's freedom, and the light shall ...
THE moon shines pale in the Western sky,Like a pearl set over a brow that blushes;There is many a homeward ...
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have seen it plain, From north and south the sign returns ...
An hour's respite; once more the heart may dream: the thunderwheels of passion thro' the eve, distantly musical, vaporously agleam, ...
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have seen it plain, From north and south the sign returns ...
The door opened by the victory of Christ the rising of the sacrifice giving me a new life Knocking on ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Send but a song oversea for us, Heart of their hearts who are free, Heart of their singer, to be ...
On Cupid's bow how are my heartstrings bent, That see my wrack, and yet embrace the same? When most I ...
(With apologies to the singer of the "Song of the Banjo".) I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone; ...
I wooed her with a steeplechase, I won her with a fall, I made her heartstrings quiver on the flat ...
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