A Storm (John Armstrong Poems)
Raised to account for the late return of a Messenger.The sun went down in wrath;The skies foam'd brass, and soon ...
Raised to account for the late return of a Messenger.The sun went down in wrath;The skies foam'd brass, and soon ...
THESE August nights, hushed but for drowsy peepOf fledglings, tremble with a strange vibration,A sound too far for hearing, sullen, ...
Plato of the clear, dreaming eye and braveImaginings, conceived, withdrawn from light,The hollow of man's heart even as a cave.With ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
With eager search to dart the soul,Curiously vain, from pole to pole,And from the planets' wandering spheresTo extort the number ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, foundHer master cold; for when the morning flushOf passion and the first embrace had died Between ...
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
FROM the squat tavern laughing to the eastHe turned; within the murmuring babbleceas'd;And red wine split on scattered roses thereExhaled ...
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
A sultry eve pursu'd a sultry day;Dark streaks of purple in the sky were seen,And shadows half conceal'd the lonely ...
'If my head hurt a hair's footPack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breathBump on a ...
For old Billy Dugan, shot in the ass in the Civil War, my father said.The old wound in my ass ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
Some people, and it doesn't matter whether they are paupers or millionaires, Think that anything they have is the best ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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