May Morning (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
I lie stretched out upon the window-seat And doze, and read a page or two, and doze, And feel the ...
I lie stretched out upon the window-seat And doze, and read a page or two, and doze, And feel the ...
Because my faltering feet may fail to dare The first descendant of the steps of Hell Give me the Word ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine, There's always laughter and good red wine. At least I've always found it so. ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
A Small Dream It was only a small dream of the Golden World, now you trot off to bed. I'll ...
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave Irreverent. Those sweet ...
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