Delicatessen (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
Standing aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades, As one who sits ashore and longs ...
Oh fair enough are sky and plain, But I know fairer far: Those are as beautiful again That in the ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
[This sweet Ballad, and the one entitled The Maid of the Mill's Repentance, were written on the occasion of a ...
WITH a bridegroom's joyous bearing, Mounts Sir Curt his noble beast, To his mistress' home repairing, There to hold his ...
And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil." And he answered: Of ...
Ever feel like a baby bird in a tree? Eyes newly opened he can barely see. With his mother away ...
When will it be over? When can I go home? The days are getting longer, And the nights are growing ...
In that moment, in that flash of light the voice of Christ calling to us on that dusty road leading ...
growing in faith, in piety, in response to the cleansing grace of conversion living in grace, steps one at a ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
The Saviour, what a noble flame Was kindled in his breast, When hasting to Jerusalem, He march'd before the rest. ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
You made us hopeful, LORD; where is your Hope when every lovely Rainbow bright and chill reflects your Will? You ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, ...
Je connais le d?sespoir dans ses grandes lignes. Le d?sespoir n'a pas d'ailes, il ne se tient pas n?cessairement ? ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle Sur l'esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis, Et que ...
Mon verre est plein d'un vin trembleur comme une flamme Ecoutez la chanson lente d'un batelier Qui raconte avoir vu ...
1 Lo d? che han detto a' dolci amici addio. - Dante Amor, con quanto sforzo oggi mi vinci! - ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
There is the caw of a crow, And the hesitant song of a thrush. There is the tinkle of a ...
To E.M.S. Here, where your garden fenced about and still is, Here, where the unmoved summer air is sweet With ...
At Quattro Gatti, she is the poet-in-residence: In Barcelona, Piccasso started here, painting A humble sketch of a picket-white fence. ...
For the dim regions whence my fathers came My spirit, bondaged by the body, longs. Words felt, but never heard, ...
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu ...
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