Causerie (Allen Tate Poems)
. . . party on the stage of the Earl Carroll Theatre onFeb. 23. At this party Joyce Hawley, a ...
. . . party on the stage of the Earl Carroll Theatre onFeb. 23. At this party Joyce Hawley, a ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago,And he was ...
Mystery of God! thou brave & beauteous world!Made fair with light, & shade, & stars, & flowers;Made fearful and august ...
When Champlain with his faithful band Came o'er the stormy waveTo dwell within this lonely land, Their hearts were blithe ...
Thunder? Why, no. Some static, may have been -- A far, faint rumble and a glimmering light.This, and no more, ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
In the act of meeting, In Congress, a body politic; but unlike a select few, direct democracy people showing up, ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
You say, as I have often given tongue In praise of what another's said or sung, 'Twere politic to do ...
'O words are lightly spoken,' Said Pearse to Connolly, 'Maybe a breath of politic words Has withered our Rose Tree; ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
High in the air exposed the slave is hung, To all the birds of heaven, their living food! He groans ...
If my dear love were but the child of state, It might for Fortune's bastard be unfathered, As subject to ...
If my dear love were but the child of state, It might for Fortune's bastard be unfather'd' As subject to ...
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain. I ...
We were supposed to do a job in Italy and, full of our feeling for ourselves (our sense of being ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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