Lionel Johnson (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For the Rev. John J. Burke, C. S. P.) There was a murkier tinge in London's air As if the ...
(For the Rev. John J. Burke, C. S. P.) There was a murkier tinge in London's air As if the ...
(For Shaemas O Sheel) One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed, His eyes were full of ...
(For Aline) From what old ballad, or from what rich frame Did you descend to glorify the earth? Was it ...
I Serene and beautiful and very wise, Most erudite in curious Grecian lore, You lay and read your learned books, ...
(For Eleanor Rogers Cox) For blows on the fort of evil That never shows a breach, For terrible life-long races ...
O stony grey soil of Monaghan The laugh from my love you thieved; You took the gay child of my ...
this might be the swan song i have traveled beyond misty mountains spilled my seed on the hungry rock hallowed ...
Here we securely live, and eat The cream of meat; And keep eternal fires, By which we sit, and do ...
When I a verse shall make, Know I have pray'd thee, For old religion's sake, Saint Ben to aid me. ...
Ah Ben! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The ...
Honour to you who sit Near to the well of wit, And drink your fill of it! Glory and worship ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
There was an apple tree in the yard -- this would have been forty years ago -- behind, only meadows. ...
Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,-- Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing; And thou, corrosive blasts of time, ...
I Lover of beauty, walking on the height Of pure philosophy and tranquil song; Born to behold the visions that ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
Her predatory eye, the single feral iris, scans. Her raptor beak, all jagged sharp-edged thrust, juts. Her hard talon, clenched ...
You came to me as rain breaks on the desert when every flower springs to life at once, but joy ...
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed ...
Poetry, I found you where at last they chained and bound you; with devices all around you to torture and ...
Moonlight spills down vacant sills, illuminates an empty bed. Dreams lie in crates. One hand creates wan silver circles, left ...
I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked why existence felt so small, so purposeless, like a minnow wriggling feebly ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
I A dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz. Bright ...
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