A Boy (Jared Barhite Poems)
A boy is a wonderfully curious thing, Of all creation he deems himself King, Yet give him for pastime a top and ...
A boy is a wonderfully curious thing, Of all creation he deems himself King, Yet give him for pastime a top and ...
Great God! how manifold, how infiniteAre all Thy works! with what a clear foresightDidst Thou create and multiply their birth!Thy ...
There are places in Wales I don't go:Reservoirs that are the subconciousOf a people, troubled far downWith gravestones, chapels, villages ...
He has picked grapes in the sun. Oh it seemsLike a fairy tale,Like a tale of dreams."He in his slender ...
History. History is not papyrus rolls,dried yellow parchments,not marble on pedestals.History is etched in the human heart,in hope, in memory,in ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
The maid begins.-Where fam'd Coaspes lavesRich Elam's borders with his sacred waves,Along the fields their tents the shepherds spread,By them ...
"So closed our tale, of which I give you allThe random scheme as wildly as it rose:The words are mostly ...
I. O NATURE! thou whom I have thought to love, Seeing in thine the reflex of God's face, A loathed ...
I walked out with an alderman, all on a bright spring day.He was an august alderman, and much had he ...
On an evening, for example, when the naive tourist has retired from our economic horrors, a master's hand awakens the ...
Where tempests roar and nature is unkind: Such was our land since Samo's rule had passed With Samo's spirit - ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
On yardbird corners of embryonic hopes, drowned in a heroin tear. On yardbird corners of parkerflights to sound filled pockets ...
In the prologue to her Alexiad, Anna Comnena laments her widowhood. Her soul is dizzy. "And with rivers of tears," ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
1 MANHATTAN'S streets I saunter'd, pondering, On time, space, reality-on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence. 2 After ...
So closed our tale, of which I give you all The random scheme as wildly as it rose: The words ...
Enter this cavern Stranger! the ascent Is long and steep and toilsome; here awhile Thou mayest repose thee, from the ...
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