Grant’s Dirge (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
IAh, who shall sound the hero's funeral march?And what shall be the music of his dirge?No single voice may chant ...
IAh, who shall sound the hero's funeral march?And what shall be the music of his dirge?No single voice may chant ...
Thou, who dost dwell alone; Thou, who dost know thine own; Thou, to whom all are known, From the cradle to the grave,-- Save, ...
Reptilian green the wrinkled throat,Green as a bough of yew the beard;He bent his head, and so I smote;Then for ...
Wallflowers blossomed in front of the low window.The late afternoon sunlight was warm and bronze,and the undisturbed silence sounded like ...
The horses of day plunge and are restrainedDawn broadens to quarter height, and the meadow mistsDrift like gauze veilings, the ...
Now it was clear to every ShadeThat some great wonder was before them,As Tom upon the palisadeEmptied, as fast as ...
Courage isn't a brilliant dash,A daring deed in a moment's flash;It isn't an instantaneous thingBorn of despair with a sudden ...
The voice of a dead poet calling out from his grave asking me to follow his visions. Once a spirit ...
Lay down these words Before your mind like rocks. placed solid, by hands In coice of place, set Before the ...
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