At the Aquarium of the Pacific (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I saw a brilliant angelfish whose tail and fins shimmered yellow until it turned and silver spread like an undercoat ...
I saw a brilliant angelfish whose tail and fins shimmered yellow until it turned and silver spread like an undercoat ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
He finished the painting yesterday noon. Now he studies it in detail. He has painted him in a gray unbuttoned ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The successful man has thrust himself Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes -- Bloody mistakes; Slimed ...
I stood musing in a black world, Not knowing where to direct my feet. And I saw the quick stream ...
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
She's all my fancy painted him (I make no idle boast); If he or you had lost a limb, Which ...
I painted her a gushing thing, With years about a score; I little thought to find they were A least ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
A sinner was old Captain Dan; His wives guv him no rest: He had one wife to East Skiddaw And ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
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