The Refugees (Randall Jarrell Poem)
In the shabby train no seat is vacant. The child in the ripped mask Sprawls undisturbed in the waste Of ...
In the shabby train no seat is vacant. The child in the ripped mask Sprawls undisturbed in the waste Of ...
URANIA, whom the Town admires, Whose Wit and Beauty share our Praise; This fair URANIA who inspires A thousand Joys ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
The Moon is distant from the Sea -- And yet, with Amber Hands -- She leads Him -- docile as ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
DEAR Myra, the captive ribband's mine, 'Twas all my faithful love could gain; And would you ask me to resign ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
You've heard of Violet de Vere, strip-teaser of renown, Whose sitting-base out-faired the face of any girl in town; Well, ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
Our great work, the Otia Merseiana, Edited by learned Mister Sampson, And supported by Professor Woodward, Is financed by numerous ...
It was not a heart, beating. That muted boom, that clangor Far off, not blood in the ears Drumming up ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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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