Lars (Celia Laighton Thaxter Poems)
Tell us a story of these Isles, they said, The daughters of the West, whose eyes had seenFor the ...
Tell us a story of these Isles, they said, The daughters of the West, whose eyes had seenFor the ...
Ma pauvre muse, h?las! qu'as-tu donc ce matin?Tes yeux creux sont peupl?s de visions nocturnes,Et je vois tour ? tour ...
What time in summer, sad with so much light, The sun beats ceaselessly upon the fields; The harvesters, ...
There's that in our lone Bush, I know not what,Which 'genders silence; I've all that to learn.Here, there and everywhere, ...
Within the wind, my untaught ear The voice of Deity can hear,And in the fleeting cloud discern His movements, vast ...
Alexander of MacedonBecame gloomy and taciturnWhen they told him at the "Blue Lion"That he couldn't have any more Chian.(Edmund Clerihew ...
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
A bird that I don't know, Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow, Looks sideways out into the wheat The ...
IN vision I roamed the flashing Firmament, So fierce in blazon that the Night waxed wan, As though with an ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
Quiet, stoic granite men Long in the land and happy for the stillness, The solitude of the ancient hayfield, the ...
I AM as lovely as a dream in stone, And this my heart where each finds death in turn, Inspires ...
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted, Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating ...
O TAN-FACED prairie-boy! Before you came to camp, came many a welcome gift; Praises and presents came, and nourishing food-till ...
1 TO-DAY a rude brief recitative, Of ships sailing the Seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal; Of unnamed ...
Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude. You are far away too, oh farther than anyone. Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving ...
I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
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