Our First Families (Katharine Lee Bates Poems)
SWEET are the manners of the wood,Our only old society,Where all the folk are glad and goodIn unrebuked variety.Within this ...
SWEET are the manners of the wood,Our only old society,Where all the folk are glad and goodIn unrebuked variety.Within this ...
HERB with the broad green leaves and flowers of gold,Elecampane! These syllables recallA chapter of the greatest tale of al1.If ...
I stood with a manWatching the sun go down.The air was full of murmurous summer scentsAnd a brave breeze sang ...
, The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace, With blustering blasts had all ybar'd the treen, And old Saturnus, ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
I O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the ...
Then to her answered and spake great Hector the waving-crested : " I too grieve for all this, dear love, ...
ICaptive on a foreign shore,Far from Ilion's hoary wave,Agamemnon's bridal slaveSpeaks Futurity no more:Death is busy with her grave. ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
It is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand, Nor ...
WHAT hast thou done, Kypris?Thou hast pressed thy lip against the cheekOf that girl sleeping!Didst thou think, when creepingTo her ...
These waters saw the gilded galleys comeFrom the red east: the oarsmen cast their gazeUpon its brightness, and recalled the ...
I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour In being the last of one's kind: a topmost ...
REturn my dearest Lord, at length return, Let me no longer your sad absence mourn, Ilium in Dust, does no ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me ...
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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