The Summer Bower (Henry Timrod Poems)
It is a place whither I've often goneFor peace, and found it, secret, hushed, and cool,A beautiful recess in neighboring ...
It is a place whither I've often goneFor peace, and found it, secret, hushed, and cool,A beautiful recess in neighboring ...
The Atheist sure a fool must be To risk a future prizeBecause a soul he cannot see With his material eyes.He cannot ...
Away, ye muses, all away!Away with songs of finch and fay.Away the jaundiced sightThat magnifies the firefly's lightTo bonfire bright;That ...
She passed the thorn-trees, whose gaunt branches tossedTheir spider-shadows round her; and the breeze,Beneath the ashen moon, was full of ...
Thou frigid tyrant, dark and stern November!We shrink before thee, and shall long rememberThy levin fires, untimely thunder volleys,That in ...
Here we are, Mr. Bull, your Orange and ...
My soul is sick, in evil mood; Stricken with many a lack it lies, Stricken with silence, and mine eyesIllume it with ...
.Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
The little birds, they do not heed nor care. The ungracious wind, the branches sear and bare, The sleety burden ...
Metastasized, transformed for terror not a single body like the head of a snake The head cut off but the ...
He rose to speak of not one but the dance of two kings two men of different moment different weight ...
Nimbus clouds erasing stars above Lamoni. Jaundiced lights. Silos. Loose dogs. Cows whose stench infuses the handful of homes, whose ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
The leaves are sick and jaundiced, they Drift down the air; December's sky is sodden grey, Dark with despair; A ...
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