To A New York Shop-Girl Dressed For Sunday (Anna Hempstead Branch Poems)
Today I saw the shop-girl goDown gay Broadway to meet her beau.Conspicuous, splendid, conscious, sweet,She spread abroad and took the ...
Today I saw the shop-girl goDown gay Broadway to meet her beau.Conspicuous, splendid, conscious, sweet,She spread abroad and took the ...
I. LET no man charge thee, woman if thou art, And therefore pitiful, to veil thine eyes From any naked ...
She comes not with the conscious grace Of gentle, winsome womanhood, Nor yet, withal, the flaunting face ...
Mark yon runnel, how 'tis flowing, Like a sylvan spirit dreamingOf the spring-blooms near it blowing, And the ...
We're gittin' so we need againTo see the sproutin' seed again.We've been shut up all winter longWithin our narrow rooms;We're ...
The long small room that showed willows in the west Narrowed up to the end the fireplace filled, Although not ...
Well worth the climbing—what a glorious sight! An empire all beneath us. Far away, In the bright sunshine of the ...
_From the Chinese of Wang Ch'ang Ling (eighth century)._WRITTEN ON WHITE FROSTTranslated From the Chinese of Wang Chi (sixth and ...
With eyes that are narrowed to pierce To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. ...
The road narrowed, lost its freshness shoulders closing in as we drove from the city up into the country away ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
THE long small room that showed willows in the west Narrowed up to the end the fireplace filled, Although not ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
I snatched two poppies From the parapet's ledge, Two bright red poppies That winked on the ledge. Behind my ear ...
You too return, along with days gone, and flow again, my blue rivers, to carry on the songs of washerwomen, ...
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