Aeneas At Washington (Allen Tate Poems)
I myself saw furious with bloodNeoptolemus, at his side the black Atridae,Hecuba and the hundred daughters, PriamCut down, his filth ...
I myself saw furious with bloodNeoptolemus, at his side the black Atridae,Hecuba and the hundred daughters, PriamCut down, his filth ...
Over the rushing river Where shaggy fir-trees stand, The devil himself is pushingMy swing with furry hand.Pushing, he laughs away, ...
There's a lotIn a knot,Bill'd sayWhile working awayWith fingers as hardAs the tarredRough hemp that he'd fashion and spliceWith handiwork ...
By the first of August the invisible beetles began to snore and the grass was as tough as hemp and ...
We've sent our little Cupids all ashore -- They were frightened, they were tired, they were cold: Our sails of ...
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke. For view there are the houses opposite Cutting the sky with one ...
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, ...
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O ...
1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
By the first of August the invisible beetles began to snore and the grass was as tough as hemp and ...
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