Fragment Of A Meditation (Allen Tate Poems)
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
GIRT round with rugged mountains the fair Lake Constance lies;In her blue heart reflected, shine back the starry skies;And, watching ...
Weep for the martyr! Strew his bierWith the last roses of the year;Shadow the land with sables; knellThe harsh-tongued, melancholy ...
OF strange events I sing, and portents dire;The wond'rous themes a reverent ear require;Tho' strange the tale, the faithful Muse ...
"TO PALLAS. I.Hear, blue-eyed Pallas! Eagerly we call, Entreating thee to our glad festival, Held in the sunny morning of ...
EACH race has died and lived and fought for the "true" gods of that poor race, Unconsciously, divinest thought of ...
Fire in her ashes Ireland feelsAnd in her veins a glow of heat.To her the lost old time, appealsFor resurrection, ...
There's a good time coming in the golden by-and-by: And I wish, oh, how I wish that it would come!There's ...
Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow.You will come back with little white shoes on your ...
WINDS that fanning close and byre Scarce the fading leafage stir;Scarlet berries on the briar, Each a rose's sepulchre.Crimson ...
Like the Son, triumphant in entry into the holy city there were heralds and portents before the presence of God ...
I can scare children as the Victorians aimed to do even on an August beach tell a fairy tale one ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
YEARS of the modern! years of the unperform'd! Your horizon rises-I see it parting away for more august dramas; I ...
A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough; ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
STRANGE are the ways of men, And strange the ways of God! We tread the mazy paths That all our ...
BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! Take of ...
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