White Nassau (Bliss Carman Poem)
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
The gallows in my garden, people say, Is new and neat and adequately tall; I tie the noose on in ...
The fragrance of the pink lotus fails, the jade mat hints of autumn. Softly I unfasten my silk cloak, Who ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried, Too lazy, almost, to sink ...
Nature, when she made thee, dear, Begged the treasures of the year. For thy cheeks, all pink and white, Spring ...
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
The Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see ...
Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion There was a Boy whose name was Jim; ...
I miss him. When I get back to camp I'll dig him up. Well, he can prop & watch, can't ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
O LUVE will venture in where it daur na weel be seen, O luve will venture in where wisdom ance ...
Across the floor flits the mechanical toy, fit for a king of several centuries back. A little circus horse with ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
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