Wisdom’s Haunts (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
Way out in the woods there are brothers who readBy the light of a candle, in Greek, And in far ...
Way out in the woods there are brothers who readBy the light of a candle, in Greek, And in far ...
A precious - mouldering pleasure - 'tis -To meet an Antique Book -In just the Dress his Century wore -A ...
501This World is not Conclusion.A species stands beyond-Invisible, as Music-But positive, as Sound-It beckons, and it baffles-Philosophy-don't know-And through a ...
That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Like New Orleans reflected on the water, And in all ears appropriate ...
1898 Being a translation of the song that was made by a Mohammedanschoolmaster of Bengal Infantry (some time on service ...
Along the Woodford road there comes a noise Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise Struggles along, drawn by a ...
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
To learn the Transport by the Pain As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst -- suspecting That ...
I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come -- And we are waiting for the ...
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave Upon their Setting Names -- The Iris not of Occident That disappears as ...
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis -- To meet an Antique Book -- In just the Dress his Century ...
This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond -- Invisible, as Music -- But positive, as Sound -- It ...
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I meditate upon a swallow's flight, Upon a aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night ...
A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa, Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt. ...
my insanity i waited and watched street wizard glass stone hip idealist smoking their bed time flower beads into sky ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
My most respected comrades of posterity! Rummaging among these days' petrified crap, exploring the twilight of our times, you, possibly, ...
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