Earliest Spring (William Dean Howells Poem)
TOSSING his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles, Lion-like March cometh in, hoarse, with tempestuous breath, Through all ...
TOSSING his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles, Lion-like March cometh in, hoarse, with tempestuous breath, Through all ...
the paiute indians had the bird sussed a humming bird (loaded with seeds) set out to see beyond the sun ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at ...
Oval mirror of the sea, age-warped isle waved and cloudy, each angle crystalline and salty. my lens into reality. Point ...
Who were "the Father and the Son" We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us ...
We shun because we prize her Face Lest sight's ineffable disgrace Our Adoration stain (Emily Dickinson)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
I stood musing in a black world, Not knowing where to direct my feet. And I saw the quick stream ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
There is a drear and lonely tract of hell From all the common gloom removed afar: A flat, sad land ...
Mens Voices: LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest, Bright and munificent lord of the morn! Thine is the ...
If Mary had known When she held her Babe's hands in her own Little hands that were tender and white ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
The gulls are mad-in-love with the river, And the river unveils her face and smiles. In her sleep-brooding eyes they ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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