Noonday Grace (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
MY good old father tucked his head, (His face the color of gingerbread) Over the table my mother had spread, And folded his ...
MY good old father tucked his head, (His face the color of gingerbread) Over the table my mother had spread, And folded his ...
IA Mountain SpringPeace hath an altar there. The sounding feet Of thunder and the 'wildering wings of rainAgainst fire-rifted summits flash ...
It was that fierce contested field where Chickamauga layBeneath the wild tornado that swept her pride away;Her dimpling dales and ...
The sun was streaming in: I woke, and said,“Where is my wife,—that has been made my wifeOnly this year?” The casement ...
Moonlight and death were on the Narrow Seasmoonlight and death and sleep were on the land:blindfold the lamps of home, ...
Are you, like me, a peevish brat,With feelings extra-fine?Are you disposed to whip the catWhen misadventure lays your flat?Then paste ...
Here, at its base, in dingled deeps Of spice-bush, where the ivy creeps, The cold spring scoops its hollow; And there three mossy ...
April now walks the fields again,Trailing her tearful leavesAnd holding all her frightened buds against her heart:Wrapt in her clouds ...
THE day and night are symbols of creation,And each has part in all that God has made;There is no ill ...
We took a walk to Pamphy linns— Three other friends and I,Glad-hearted as when day begins With summer in the ...
Into all the onward current and this iron time that feels Its own way with din and clamour through this ...
God had called us, and we came;Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house,Open flung to us, ...
Time's finger on the dial of my lifePoints to high noon! and yet the half-spent dayLeaves less than half remaining, ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Here is the place; right over the hill Runs the path I took; You can see the gap in the ...
Time's finger on the dial of my life Points to high noon! And yet the half-spent day Leaves less than ...
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
Across the brook of Time man leaping goes On stepping-stones of epochs, that uprise Fixed, memorable, midst broad shallow flows ...
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