The Layers (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some ...
I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some ...
A fool there was and he mad his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone ...
Oh ye who hold the written clue To all save all unwritten things, And, half a league behind, pursue The ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
The stinging nettle only Will still be found to stand: The numberless, the lonely, The thronger of the land, The ...
I could but see thee yesterday Stung by a fretful bee; And I the javelin suck'd away, And heal'd the ...
Love in a shower of blossoms came Down, and half drown'd me with the same; The blooms that fell were ...
1 Among thy fancies, tell me this, What is the thing we call a kiss? 2 I shall resolve ye ...
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade; ...
This valley wood is pledged To the set shape of things, And reasonably hedged: Here are no harpies fledged, No ...
Angry, oooh were they angry . bursting, flying out of that hole, next to the foundation by the lilac bush ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest -- I've heard the Hunter tell -- 'Tis but the Ecstasy of death -- ...
The red berries wreak an awesome spell that some would dread; others, weak and soulless, must succumb, they treasure with ...
God gives his mercies to be spent; Your hoard will do your soul no good. Gold is a blessing only ...
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine, And health and youth possessed me; My goblets blushed from every vine, And ...
Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget; And though we ne'er may meet again, ...
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings. â?"I'm not so young but not so very old, said screwed-up lovely 23. A ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
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