The Ridge Farm (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"The ridge is open to all moody weather: The bruisings of the blizzard leave it numb; From the scorched south ...
"The ridge is open to all moody weather: The bruisings of the blizzard leave it numb; From the scorched south ...
A was an apt Alligator, Who wanted to be a head-waiter; He said, "I opine In that field ...
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.No more shall men ...
YE Children of Man! whose life is a span,Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and ...
DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITHLYGDAMUSTell me the truths which you hear of our constant young lady,Lygdamus,And may the bought yoke of ...
In the old raftered loftWhere the winds blowLike thin querulous voicesOut of long ago,And the cobwebs swayTo and fro, to ...
"O MEN of dark and dismal fate," A prey to typographic terrors,O you who labor long and late, ...
One day in the bluest of summer weather,Sketching under a whispering oak, I heard five bobolinks laughing togetherOver some ornithological ...
Hail! morning vowed to immemorial joys.First child of May! sacred to mirthful sports,To wine, and jest, and song,And to the ...
IF I were very sure That all was over betwixt you and me- That, while this endless absence I endure ...
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,And drag me at your chariot till I die,--Oh, heavy prince! Oh, ...
Since men grow diffident at last,And care no whit at all,If spring be come, or the fall be past,Or how ...
She, who but late in beauty's flower was seen,Proud of her auburn curls and noble mien--Who froze my hopes and ...
"No, the serpent did not Seduce Eve to the apple. All that's simply Corruption of the facts. Adam ate the ...
thoth (who became hermes who became mercury) who was both moon and wisdom to the egyptians manifested himself mainly as ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes. Days and nights pass and ...
I do not like my state of mind; I'm bitter, querulous, unkind. I hate my legs, I hate my hands, ...
I LOVE, though for this you riddle me with darts, And drag me at your chariot till I die, Oh, ...
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