A Calendar of Sonnets: August (Helen Hunt Jackson Poem)
Silence again. The glorious symphony Hath need of pause and interval of peace. Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds ...
Silence again. The glorious symphony Hath need of pause and interval of peace. Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds ...
At this height, Kansas is just a concept, a checkerboard design of wheat and corn no larger than the foldout ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
Afield at dusk What things for dream there are when specter-like, Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself ...
The Symptom of the Gale -- The Second of Dismay -- Between its Rumor and its Face -- Is almost ...
Love -- is that later Thing than Death -- More previous -- than Life -- Confirms it at its entrance ...
Before you thought of Spring Except as a Surmise You see -- God bless his suddenness -- A Fellow in ...
The murmuring of Bees, has ceased But murmuring of some Posterior, prophetic, Has simultaneous come. The lower metres of the ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, and the prospect ...
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op'ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its ...
NOTE.-The following imaginary dialogue between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, which is not based upon any specific incident in American ...
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain. I ...
Who can remember back to the first poets, The greatest ones, greater even than Orpheus? No one has remembered that ...
Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
I thought he was dumb, said he was dumb, Yet I've heard him cry. First faint scream, Out of life's ...
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