Ghosts of a Lunatic Asylum (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art; For there thy habitation is the heart- The ...
Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle Sur l'esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis, Et que ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
The great light cage has broken up in the air, freeing, I think, about a million birds whose wild ascending ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun, Soft is the summer air; Gayly the wood-birds sing, Flowers are ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
NOW Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
Earth raised up her head. From the darkness dread & drear, Her light fled: Stony dread! And her locks cover'd ...
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