Jardin Des Tuileries (John Roderigo Dos Passos Poems)
(To A. K. McC.)This is a gardenwhere through the russet mist of clustered treesand strewn November leaves,they crunch with vainglorious ...
(To A. K. McC.)This is a gardenwhere through the russet mist of clustered treesand strewn November leaves,they crunch with vainglorious ...
Old Omar, jolly sceptic, it may be That, after all, you found the magic key To life and all its mystery, and ...
EDWARD SHORE.Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou light divine!Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine!Oft will the body's weakness ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
The enchanted island rose before me, drawnMore beautiful than words of mine may reach;It lay magnificent in a magic dawn,And ...
The Survival Of The Gods1 TwilightThe gods of Nature abdicateWhen man intrudes too far:The Dryad leaves her woodland state,And ...
BEHOLD the sod where the tir'd pilgrim rests,Death, sole proprietor, his sceptre rears,And reigns triumphant o'er the conquer'd dust.Silent and ...
SO, dear Fred, you're not content Though I quote the books you lent, And I've kept that spray you sent ...
Sir, -- I try to do my duty as a patriotic man With sane views about the science of gastronomy;And ...
A low temple keeps its gods in the dark.You lend a matchbox to the priest. One by one the gods ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
It was Christmas Day in the trenches In Spain in Penninsular War, And Sam Small were cleaning his musket A ...
Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music -- Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled -- Scantilly dealt to ...
It is something to have wept as we have wept, It is something to have done as we have done, ...
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
The chapel looms against the sky, Above the vine-clad shelves, And as the peasants pass it by They cross themselves. ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan The proper study of Mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of ...
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