Bridegroom Dick (Herman Melville Poems)
1876Sunning ourselves in October on a dayBalmy as spring, though the year was in decay,I lading my pipe, she stirring ...
1876Sunning ourselves in October on a dayBalmy as spring, though the year was in decay,I lading my pipe, she stirring ...
Lo! carpet-bag and bagger occupy the land, And prove the touring season actively begun; His personnel and purpose can none misunderstand, For each ...
Up and down in my garden fair,Under the trellis where grapes will bloom,With the breath of violets in the air,As ...
Argument.-the poet starts from the bowling green to take his sweetheart up to Thompson's for an ice, or (if she ...
Such a dear little street it is, nestled awayFrom the noise of the city and heat of the day,In cool ...
On a sleigh, padded with straw,Barely covered by the fateful mat,From the Vorobevy hills to the familiar chapelWe rode through ...
To Francis JourdainScotland is veiled with its classic mists,Our beaches and our lakes are abandoned;November, supreme judge of the tubercularHas ...
You have one kind of beautyin the mirroranother in bed.Ignore their whispersdress upput your lipstick on.Comejust to spite themto the ...
When I was but a Freshman - and that was long ago -I saw her first, but did not learn ...
These tear-stained flowers of a poet's mind, Culled from my bosom, lay it wholly bare; My heart's a garden: Love ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
ASHES of soldiers! As I muse, retrospective, murmuring a chant in thought, Lo! the war resumes-again to my sense your ...
WHAT best I see in thee, Is not that where thou mov'st down history's great highways, Ever undimm'd by time ...
CAST a bronze of my head and legs and put them on the king's street. Set the cast of me ...
YOU remember, I suppose, How the August sun arose, And how his face Woke to trill and carolette All the ...
I THE bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Lincoln Park Shrivels in the sun by day when the ...
I. No one's serious at seventeen. --On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade And loud, blinding cafés are the last ...
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