The Portrait (John Pierpont Poems)
Why does the eye, with greater pleasure, restOn the proud oak, in vernal honors drest,When sultry gales, that to his ...
Why does the eye, with greater pleasure, restOn the proud oak, in vernal honors drest,When sultry gales, that to his ...
The Sun's in its orbit, yet I feel morbid.Act 1PrologueLadies and gentlemen and the day!All ye made of sweet human clay!Let ...
Hast thou sailed on the summer seaWhen its bosom lies in light?And have the scenes of life to theeBeen as ...
They were "ratty" they were hooted by the meanest and the least,When they woke the Drum of Glory long ago ...
In heavy sleep the Caliph lay, When some one called, "Arise, and pray!" The angry Caliph cried, "Who dare Rebuke his king for ...
A PEASANT stood before a king and said,"My children starve, I come to thee for bread."On cushions soft and silken ...
I wept until my tears were dryI prayed until the candles flickeredI knelt until the floor creakedI asked about Mohammed ...
SWEPT by the hot wind, stark, untrackable,The stony desert stretches to the sky.Deep-printed shadows at the tent-door lie,And camels slumber ...
What holy rites Mohammed's laws ordain,What various duties bind his faithful train,—What pious zeal his scatter'd tribes unitesIn fix'd observance ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
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