Astraea: The Balance Of Illusions (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
WHAT secret charm, long whispering in mine ear,Allures, attracts, compels, and chains me here,Where murmuring echoes call me to resignTheir ...
WHAT secret charm, long whispering in mine ear,Allures, attracts, compels, and chains me here,Where murmuring echoes call me to resignTheir ...
THE Banker's dinner is the stateliest feastThe town has heard of for a year, at least;The sparry lustres shed their ...
When I go to tea with the little Smiths, there are eight of them there, but there's only one of ...
Read at a meeting of the Massachusetts Historical Society.No! never such a draught was pouredSince Hebe served with nectarThe bright ...
THERE was a sound of hurrying feet,A tramp on echoing stairs,There was a rush along the aisles,--It was the hour ...
Is it peace,Is it a philosopher's honeymoon, one findsOn the dump?-Wallace StevensOut of the cracks of cups and their handles, ...
Considera girl who keeps slipping off,arms limp as old carrots,into the hypnotist's trance,into a spirit worldspeaking with the gift of ...
I. (Macauley, who made it):Pour, varlet, pour the water,The water steaming hot!A spoonful for each man of us,Another for the ...
You are growing convalescent As pain's fingers are withdrawn;And you waken in a strange, white room at last; Yet your ...
I've taken my fun where I've found it; I've rouged an' I've ranged in my time; I've 'ad my pickin' ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
An ingenuity too astonishing to be quite fortuitous is this bog full of sundews, sphagnum- lined and shaped like a ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Anger, as black as a hook, overtakes me. Each day, each Nazi took, at 8:00 A.M., a baby and sauteed ...
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
Bare-handed, I hand the combs. The man in white smiles, bare-handed, Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet, The throats of ...
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