Ode To Our Young Pro-Consuls Of The Air (Allen Tate Poems)
To St. John PerseOnce more the country callsFrom sleep, as from his doom,Each citizen to takeHis modest stakeWhere the sky ...
To St. John PerseOnce more the country callsFrom sleep, as from his doom,Each citizen to takeHis modest stakeWhere the sky ...
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Six foot out of the turf, And the harebell shakes on ...
Sleep a little, a little little, thou needst feel no fear or dread,Youth to whom my love is given, I ...
No! I this conflict longer will not wage, The conflict duty claims—the giant task;—Thy spells, O virtue, never can assuage ...
Three kings came a-ridingThrough tempest and through cold;Their coats were of the silken thread,Their crowns were beaten gold.A star shone ...
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to ...
There is so much that you can give to me--I cannot bring you anything at all,Save worship and the little, ...
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Six foot out of the turf, And the harebell shakes on the windy ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
That day a fire was in my blood; I could have sung: joy wrapt me round; The men I met ...
No! I this conflict longer will not wage, The conflict duty claims--the giant task;-- Thy spells, O virtue, never can ...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright Idalia cradles, whose ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
In fifty years, when peace outshines Remembrance of the battle lines, Adventurous lads will sigh and cast Proud looks upon ...
Halted against the shade of a last hill, They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease And, finding comfortable chests ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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