Arms And The Man – The Embattled Colonies (James Barron Hope Poems)
Before this thought the present hour recedes, As from the beach a billow backward rolls, And the great past, rich in heroic ...
Before this thought the present hour recedes, As from the beach a billow backward rolls, And the great past, rich in heroic ...
Seagirt, by woods encompassed, eyried within gatesThat no man opens nay, the unuttered Who goes there?Makes the benighted traveller tremble, ...
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withholditself but pours its abundance without selection into everynook and cranny ...
She reads by the light of a guttering candleand likes the feel of each page's gilt edgeas she lifts it ...
So many Stars fall tonight.The evil of the night holds the Earth between his handsand blows balls of flames upon ...
Through windless night the glinting moonIlluminates in flowing wavesThe village nestled in the valeWhere crests the overflowing streamThe thick-trunked, bare-branched ...
Act II.SCENE I. Ball in the Palace of DON JOHN. Dance. DON JOHN and MARIA together. DON TOMMASO, ANNICCA. LORDS ...
I stood at sunrise, on the topmost partOf lofty mountain, massively sublime;A pinnacle of trachyte, seamed and scarredBy countless generations' ...
I know him, February's thrush,And loud at eve he valentinesOn sprays that paw the naked bushWhere soon will sprout the ...
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detainedat Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792. WHEN in a thousand swarms, the ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run, in our motel room half-way through Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Seeing the Light, minding the light itself the flickering flame, the light growing, coming the light, the word, coming returning, ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
Moonlight spills down vacant sills, illuminates an empty bed. Dreams lie in crates. One hand creates wan silver circles, left ...
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook ...
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth ...
Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no subject And be sustained upon the style ...
Black is the beauty of the brightest day, The golden belle of heaven's eternal fire, That danced with glory on ...
Black is the beauty of the brightest day, The golden belle of heaven's eternal fire, That danced with glory on ...
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