Obituary (Allen Tate Poems)
In memory of S. B. V., 1834-1909... so what the lame four-poster gathered hereBetween the lips of stale and seasoned ...
In memory of S. B. V., 1834-1909... so what the lame four-poster gathered hereBetween the lips of stale and seasoned ...
THE play is Life; and this round earthThe narrow stage whereonWe act before an audienceOf actors dead and gone.There is ...
POET of the Pulpit, whose full-chorded lyre Startles the churches from their slumbers late, Discoursing music, mixed with lofty ire ...
What ! Spring's not born? And twenty sparrows Now are twittering In every bush of thorn? The snowdrop's here - ...
How still it is here in the woods. The treesStand motionless, as if they did not dareTo stir, lest it ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East 'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast, ...
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb ...
O solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb ...
This air is flooded with her. I am a boy again, and my mother and I lie on wet grass, ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
The wild duck startles like a sudden thought, And heron slow as if it might be caught. The flopping crows ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
I'm idle, as osmanthus flowers fall, This quiet night in spring, the hill is empty. The moon comes out and ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
1 SOMETHING startles me where I thought I was safest; I withdraw from the still woods I loved; I will ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
You said you would kill it this morning. Do not kill it. It startles me still, The jut of that ...
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