Post-Graduate (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What do we learn from the roads not taken, of choices made without full exploration? "What if", and "where would ...
What do we learn from the roads not taken, of choices made without full exploration? "What if", and "where would ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
How many paltry, foolish, painted things, That now is coaches trouble every street, Shall be forgotten, whom no Poet sings, ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
How many paltry foolish painted things, That now in coaches trouble every street, Shall be forgotten, whom no poet sings, ...
I BIRTHDAY VERSES Dear Aldrich, now November's mellow days Have brought another Festa round to you, You can't refuse a ...
If on the closed curtain of my sight My fancy paints thy portrait far away, I see thee still the ...
I envy every flower that blows Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And ...
Her -- "last Poems" -- Poets -- ended -- Silver -- perished -- with her Tongue -- Not on Record ...
Why do you rush through the fields in trains, Guessing so much and so much. Why do you flash through ...
I do not cry, beloved, neither curse. Silence and strength, these two at least are good. He gave me sun ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Obscurest night involv'd the sky, Th' Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destin'd wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on ...
They deliver the edicts of God without delay And are exempt from apprehension from detention And with their God-given Petasus, ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Gabriel whispered in mine ear His archangelic poesie. How can I write? I only hear The sobbing murmur of the ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Gabriel whispered in mine ear His archangelic poesie. How can I write? I only hear The sobbing murmur of the ...
The poet in his lone yet genial hour Gives to his eyes a magnifying power : Or rather he emancipates ...
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Ill fares the land to hast'ning ills a prey (1) Where wealth accumulates and men decay.' But how much more ...
'NO VISITORS' I thumb the roller to and leans against the door. Comfortable in my horseblanket I prop on the ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of ...
WHILE virgin Spring by Eden's flood, Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, Or tunes ...
THE TOASTFILL me with the rosy wine, Call a toast, a toast divine: Giveth me Poet's darling flame, Lovely Jessie ...
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