Bion’s Song Of Eros (Eugene Field Poems)
Eros is the god of love; He and I are hand-in-glove. All the gentle, gracious Muses ...
Eros is the god of love; He and I are hand-in-glove. All the gentle, gracious Muses ...
ITurned from the 'eau-fortePar Jaquemart'To the strait headOf Messalina:'His true PenelopeWas Flaubert,'And his toolThe engraver's.Firmness,Not the full smile,His art, but ...
(AN AERIAL RETROSPECT)What was it filled my youthful dreams,In place of Greek or Latin themes,Or beauty's wild, bewildering beams? ...
Now is the day when arrant fools Play outworn tricks on sober men!But, for the thoughtful soul that schools His ...
Sometimes in specific moments so clear in retrospect each of us given choices to follow where we are led Choosing ...
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their ...
The Props assist the House Until the House is built And then the Props withdraw And adequate, erect, The House ...
The last of Summer is Delight -- Deterred by Retrospect. 'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review -- Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it ...
My Triumph lasted till the Drums Had left the Dead alone And then I dropped my Victory And chastened stole ...
A faded Boy -- in sallow Clothes Who drove a lonesome Cow To pastures of Oblivion -- A statesman's Embryo ...
To make Routine a Stimulus Remember it can cease -- Capacity to Terminate Is a Specific Grace -- Of Retrospect ...
The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear -- Their coming back seems possible For many ...
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
After they passed beneath us I could tell more would be coming, beneath the sand, under the bejeweled sky, under ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
(Time Night. Scene the woods.) Where shall I turn me? whither shall I bend My weary way? thus worn with ...
Yours is the face that the earth turns to me, Continuous beyond its human features lie The mountain forms that ...
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