The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket (Robert Lowell Poem)
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and gast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
Welcome, wild Northeaster! Shame it is to see Odes to every zephyr; Ne'er a verse to thee. Welcome, black Northeaster! ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
The banked oars fell an hundred strong, And backed and threshed and ground, But bitter was the rowers' song As ...
Oh gallant was our galley from her caren steering-wheel To her figurehead of silver and her beak of hammered steel; ...
1896 They christened my brother of old-- And a saintly name he bears-- They gave him his place to hold ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
Queer are the ways of a man I know: He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
'But that was nothing to what things came out From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.' 'What were they? Mermaids? dragons? ...
Sung at the Completion of the Concord Monument, April 19th, 1836 By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their ...
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
And the Piper dreams as he pipes up in his mind colours in choral horizons distant, of courtliness dimmed in ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
Wrapped was the world in slumber deep, By seaward valley and cedarn steep, And bright and blest were the dreams ...
Grey drizzling mists the moorlands drape, Rain whitens the dead sea, From headland dim to sullen cape Grey sails creep ...
A mile behind is Gloucester town Where the flishing fleets put in, A mile ahead the land dips down And ...
Climbing the heights of Berkeley Nightly I watch the West. There lies new San Francisco, Sea-maid in purple dressed, Wearing ...
Life swelleth in a whitening wave, And dasheth thee and me apart. I sweep out seaward: -- be thou brave. ...
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