Wolf Knife (Donald Hall Poem)
In the mid August, in the second year of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter almost ...
In the mid August, in the second year of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter almost ...
Prince, show me the quickest way and best To gain the subject of my moan; We've neither spinsters nor relics ...
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm; ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
AS doctors give physic by way of prevention, Mat, alive and in health, of his tombstone took care; For delays ...
Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the ...
Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid: Sad, ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried By twenty scorching centuries of wrong? Is this the House ...
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