The School of Night (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
What did I study in your School of Night? When your mouth's first unfathomable yes Opened your body to be ...
What did I study in your School of Night? When your mouth's first unfathomable yes Opened your body to be ...
I scanned her picture dreaming, Till each dear line and hue Was imaged, to my seeming, As if it lived ...
(an Incident of Froom Valley) "THY husband--poor, poor Heart!--is dead-- Dead, out by Moreford Rise; A bull escaped the barton-shed, ...
The girls at school, the coffee finished the news scanned, the day begun papers in folders, in piles, ready for ...
Did you see it, feel it did you stop and notice soak it in, taste it? I paused, scanned The ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
My Wars are laid away in Books -- I have one Battle more -- A Foe whom I have never ...
It came his turn to beg -- The begging for the life Is different from another Alms 'Tis Penury in ...
I cautious, scanned my little life -- I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads like mine ...
He scanned it -- staggered -- Dropped the Loop To Past or Period -- Caught helpless at a sense as ...
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries Are forever lost to me ...
I robbed the Woods -- The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses My fantasy to ...
I awoke with two poets in my bed, books I chose from the library, possibly intent on a swift read ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black. Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
I took my heart in my hand (O my love, O my love), I said: Let me fall or stand, ...
Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned Yesterday's Mail; the casualties (typed small) And (large) Vast Booty from our ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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