The Gifts Divine (John Kendrick Bangs Poems)
FROM earth, and sky, and sea,Let cheer come unto me,And mirth, and tenderness,And all the things that bless,That I may ...
FROM earth, and sky, and sea,Let cheer come unto me,And mirth, and tenderness,And all the things that bless,That I may ...
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
I.THE flowing night awoken from my sleepRevealed a world of glory, while I stoodWatching the hazy, creeping ocean sweepOut of ...
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me; and did you ...
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me;and did you know ...
_THE ENGLISH RENAISSANCE_1491 As she who in some village-child unknown, With rustic grace and fantasy bedeck'd And in her simple ...
Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose All, who, not daring to appear my foes, Feign great ...
COME out, said Leonard, bursting through my door, His black curls tangled like a fretting sea,-- "Come out, nor waste ...
A was an apt Alligator, Who wanted to be a head-waiter; He said, "I opine In that field ...
In the tenth year of Yuanhe I was banished and demoted to be assistant official in Jiujiang. In the summer ...
Aye, call it murder is ye will! 'Tis not the crime I fear.If his cold curse would but lie still ...
Carm. Lib. . Ode . Paraphrased.I. Ah! dearest Friend, the Years are flying; They flie alass! they pass away (Like ...
Often, when o'er tree and turret, Eve a dying radiance flings,By that ancient pile I linger Known familiarly as "King's."And ...
As the nations sat together, grimly waiting —The fierce and ancient nations battle-scarred —Grown grey in their lusting and their ...
I hang limp on the Creator's penLike a large drop of lilac gloss-paint.Underneath are dykes' secrets; the airFrom the railways ...
Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
Dear dead Victoria Rotted cosily; In excelsis gloria, And R. I. P. And her shroud was buttoned neat, And her ...
Through the pungent hours of the afternoon, On the autumn slopes we have lightly wandered Where the sunshine lay in ...
Make it where the winds may sweep Through the pine boughs soft and deep, And the murmur of the sea ...
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