The Ballad Of Nat Turner (Robert Hayden Poems)
Then fled, O brethren, the wicked juba and wandered wandered farfrom curfew joys in the Dismal's night. Fool of St. Elmo's fireIn ...
Then fled, O brethren, the wicked juba and wandered wandered farfrom curfew joys in the Dismal's night. Fool of St. Elmo's fireIn ...
Go up and watch the new-born rill Just trickling from its mossy bed, Streaking the heath-clad hill With a bright emerald thread.Canst thou ...
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spineAnd a keel as steel as a root ...
Great big lolloping lovable things!Rolling and tumbling on every lawn,Tearing at slippers and bones and wings-Wonderful loot from the ash-heap ...
What blessed yet terrible rain everywhere,With crosses and signs now streaking the air,Earth with small streams by the thousand.Glittering globes ...
I. I honour Nature, holding it unjustTo look with jealousy on her designs;With every passing year more fast she twinesAbout ...
Francesca.Crush'd and throng'd are all the places In our amphitheatre,'Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her;Dost ...
Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking, That our horizon wears so strange a hue? Is it but ...
ERE long the clouds were gone, the moon was set; When deeply blue without a shade ...
And now the youthful, gay, capricious Spring,Piercing her showery clouds with crystal light,And with their hues reflected streaking brightHer radiant ...
Squat, unshaven, full of gas, Joseph Samuels, former clerk in four large cities, out of work, waits in the darkened ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
(in china it is symbolic of darkness and the new moon) in your night's hollow the tiger stalks black grasses ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
Up the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury; Close behind him, close ...
The common rain had come again Slanting and colorless, pale and anonymous, Fainting falling in the first evening Of the ...
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have ...
Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there's nothing else to gaze on, Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore, Big ...
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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