Purified. (Lucy Larcom Poems)
How cleanse a heart that is defiled?God may forgive the sin,But guilt is canker, and eats in;Is tempest, bringing shipwreck ...
How cleanse a heart that is defiled?God may forgive the sin,But guilt is canker, and eats in;Is tempest, bringing shipwreck ...
Darkness expectant, discreetOnly a lamp here and there,Gloom in the clattering street,Stygian black in the square;Dazzling fascias and fronts,Scintillant sky-scrapers ...
Searching an infinite Where, Probing a bottomless When, Dreamfully wandering, Ceaselessly pondering, What is the Wherefore of men: Bartering life for a There, Selling his soul ...
AT last they met, once, twice, and many times, Until she knew the secret of his being, That essence which ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,The darkness shudders slowly into light;And from the weary bosom of the nightThe ...
Imperial Adam, naked in the dew,Felt his brown flanks and found the rib was gonePuzzled he turned and saw where, ...
Glory in winning a maid in the first wild heat of our youth, When heaven comes down to the earth, ...
I. A MOTH belated,-sun and zephyr-kist,- Trembling about a pale arbutus bell, Probing to wildering depths its honeyed cell,- A ...
(From the French of Rimbaud). When the child's forehead, full of torments red, Cries out for sleep and ...
Even as a child my face was "gloomy." I found few reasons to smile, none to laugh: father gutting his ...
Half that we learn is wisdom of the heart, Which owes but little to the probing brain-- A broad foundation, ...
up the ladder and round the bend age spirals like a convolvulus its bells break into the light catching breath ...
Looking into our hearts meticulous and probing threshing all the wheat looking for who is worthy No longer searching for ...
He was for them, a stranger, unknown to them this man, joining them on the road home Lost in pain, ...
He gave the solid rail a hateful kick. From far away there came an answering tick And then another tick. ...
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes -- I wonder if It weighs like Mine -- Or ...
Why is it that in dreams I have visited - As teacher or pupil - almost every college and school ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...
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