Jubilate Agno: Fragment A (Christopher Smart Poems)
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years,By storms unruffled and unstain'd by tears:Wing'd by new joys may each white ...
Angels of the love affair, do you know that other,the dark one, that other me?1. ANGEL OF FIRE AND GENITALSAngel ...
It was up in the Bad Lands, I was rangin' alone,I first heard of this cayuse, The Ridge Runnin' Roan.He ...
When the grey lake-water rushes Past the dripping alder-bushes, And the bodeful autumn wind In the fir-tree weeps and hushes, — When the air is sharply damp Round the solitary camp, And the moose-bush in the thicket Glimmers like a scarlet lamp, — When the birches twinkle yellow, And the cornel bunches mellow, And the owl across the twilight Trumpets to his downy fellow, — When the nut-fed chipmunks romp Through the maples' crimson pomp, And the slim viburnum flushes In the darkness of the swamp, — When the blueberries are dead, When the rowan clusters red, And the shy bear, summer-sleekened, In the bracken makes his bed, — On a day there comes once more To the latched and lonely door, Down the wood-road striding silent, One who has been here before. Green spruce branches for his head, Here he makes his simple bed, Crouching with the sun, and rising When the dawn is frosty red. All day long he wanders wide With the grey moss for his guide, And his lonely axe-stroke startles The expectant forest-side. Toward the quiet close of day Back to camp he takes his way, And about his sober footsteps Unafraid the squirrels play. On his roof the red leaf falls, At his door the bluejay calls, And he hears the wood-mice hurry Up and down his rough log walls; Hears the laughter of the loon Thrill the dying afternoon; Hears the calling of the moose Echo to the early moon. And he hears the partridge drumming, The belated hornet humming, — All the faint, prophetic sounds That foretell the winter's coming. And the wind about his eaves Through the chilly night-wet grieves, And the earth's dumb patience fills him, Fellow to the falling leaves.(Charles G. D. Roberts)
Sometimes when I have dropped asleep, Draped in soft luxurious gloom, Across my drowsy mind will creep ...
I. Birds find their longings in the eaves; Bats have their homes in sewer and drain; Torpid, beneath the last ...
I've pulled the last of the year's young onions. The garden is bare now. The ground is cold, brown and ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay, Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree; It ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
So it has come to this insomnia at 3:15 A.M., the clock tolling its engine like a frog following a ...
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers. Let Shedeur ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
"Angels of the love affair, do you know that other, the dark one, that other me?" 1. ANGEL OF FIRE ...
O dear little cabin, I've loved you so long, And now I must bid you good-bye! I've filled you with ...
For years we've had a little dog, Last year we acquired a big dog; He wasn't big when we got ...
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