Vapors (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
In silence from the earth we riseTo learn the language of the skies;Then, brimmed with music, melt again,In soft soliloquies ...
In silence from the earth we riseTo learn the language of the skies;Then, brimmed with music, melt again,In soft soliloquies ...
Then trim the lights, my strange, strange child,And let the fagots glow;For more of these mysterious thingsI fear, yet long, ...
He filled the Nation's eyes and heart, ...
I.THE NOVICE.IT is near morning. Ere the next night fall I shall be made the bride of heaven. Then home ...
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,Having drunk so much he could drink no more;So he fell asleep ...
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more; So he ...
IT dressed itself in green leaves all the summer long, Was full of chattering starlings, loud with throstles' song. Children ...
MY mother writes: "My son on pilgrimage, How long beneath a strange moon will you roam?How long a time must ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked,And I was tarred and feathered,For publishing this on the day the ...
The trees rustle; the wind blowsMerrily out of the town;The shadows creep, the sun goesSteadily over and down.In a brown ...
Though the long seasons seem to separate Sower and reaper or deeds dreamed and done, Yet when a man reaches ...
COME, Sleep - Oblivion's sire! Come, blessed Sleep!Thy shadowy sheltering wings above me spread.Fold to thy balmy breast my weary ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
1 BROTHER of all, with generous hand, Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul, ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked, And I was tarred and feathered, For publishing this on the ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
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