We Needs Must Be Divided In The Tomb (George Santayana Poems)
We needs must be divided in the tomb,For I would die among the hills of Spain,And o'er the treeless, melancholy ...
We needs must be divided in the tomb,For I would die among the hills of Spain,And o'er the treeless, melancholy ...
FRAGRANT are the cedar-boughs stretching green and level,Feasting-halls where waxwings flit at their spicy revel,But O the pine, the questing ...
Sweet, kiss my eyelids close, and let me lie, On this old-fashioned sofa, in the dim And purple ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its wayEz if it waited for a child to jine it in ...
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,And all the west empurpled with their death,How swift oblivion drinks the fallen ...
Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow, Where rushing rills, with flash and flow, Are over the rough rocks falling; Where ...
I know a vale where I would go one day,When June comes back and all the world once moreIs glad ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
Doom is the House without the Door -- 'Tis entered from the Sun -- And then the Ladder's thrown away, ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
At night, by the fire, The colors of the bushes And of the fallen leaves, Repeating themselves, Turned in the ...
Over the fields we go, through the sweets of the purple clover, That letters a message for us as for ...
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