Main Street (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For S. M. L.) I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea, But it ...
(For S. M. L.) I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea, But it ...
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Give me a golden pen, and let me lean On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far; Bring me a ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
My snowy eupatorium has dropped Its silver threads of petals in the night; No signal told its blossoming had stopped; ...
Under a lawn, than skies more clear, Some ruffled Roses nestling were, And snugging there, they seem'd to lie As ...
Maybe not with diamonds not with pearls or other jewels the saints more humbly serving walking on this earth But ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
When Sam Small retired from the Army He'd a pension of ninepence a day, And seven pounds fourteen and twopence ...
THE boat is chafing at our long delay, And we must leave too soon The spicy sea-pinks and the inborne ...
There's nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste, That in my days I may not see thee old, That ...
IN Celia's face a question did arise, Which were more beautiful, her lips or eyes ? " We," said the ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Love lives beyond the tomb, And earth, which fades like dew! I love the fond, The faithful, and the true. ...
Saint Peter stood, at Heaven's gate, All souls claims to adjudicate Saying to some souls, "Enter in!" "Go to Hell," ...
Ophelia puked hourly dawn till dusk, retching mucous slobber, then spewing air. Scum that I am, I never stopped thinking ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And he shows them pearly white. Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. ...
IT was the charming month of May, When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay. One morning, by the break ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
I saw a tiny God Sitting Under a bright blue umbrella That had white tassels And forked ribs of gold. ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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