Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. – Canto II. (Matthew Prior Poems)
But shall we take the Muse abroad,To drop her idly on the road,And leave our subject in the middle,As Butler ...
But shall we take the Muse abroad,To drop her idly on the road,And leave our subject in the middle,As Butler ...
IA heap of bare and splintery cragsTumbled about by lightning and frost,With rifts and chasms and storm-bleached jags,That wait and ...
_Interlocutors_:LAODOMIA. GIULIA.LAO. Some other time, oh my sister, thou wilt hear what happened tothose nine blind men, who were at ...
I come upon it suddenly, alone-- A little pathway winding in the weedsThat fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own, I ...
Let us venerate the bonesOf patient Mercy Jones,Who lies underneath these stones.This is her story as once told to meBy ...
HERE 's the old cruiser, 'Twenty-nine,Forty times she 's crossed the line;Same old masts and sails and crew,Tight and tough ...
IMachine stitched rivets ravel on a treeWhose name he does not know. Left in the sky,He dangles from a silken ...
De mortuis nil ni-Si bonum: R.I.P.:-No more upbraid him:-Nay, rather plead his cause,For Ben exactly wasWhat Nature made him.Not radically ...
FRIEND, gliding near me on life's widening stream,In whose long wake star-spangled ripples gleam,And from whose prow the pioneering lightKeenly ...
On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue ...
LAZY and slow, through the snags and trees Move the sluggish currents, half asleep; Around and between the cypress knees, ...
For some the river of life would seem Free from the shallow, the reef, or bar,As they gently glide down ...
Now comes the evening of the mind.Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood;Here is the shadow moving down the ...
Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood; Here is the shadow moving ...
with landbound legs a wish for the easy flow of a river - not the clambering up crags to seek ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
'Pass it along, the wiring party's going out'- And yawning sentries mumble, 'Wirers going out.' Unravelling; twisting; hammering stakes with ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
Harry Wilmans! You who fell in a swamp Near Manila, following the flag, You were not wounded by the greatness ...
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