Emily’s Grave (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Idly one day in a foreign townIn a churchyard's shade I sat me downBy the side of a little cross ...
Idly one day in a foreign townIn a churchyard's shade I sat me downBy the side of a little cross ...
YES; when the ways oppose- When the hard means rebel, Fairer the work out-grows,- More potent far the spell. O ...
Under my skin lives a captive animalThat wildly moves and bites his way outside,His dark blood throbs, his terse musclesTremble ...
Round - oblong - like jam -Terse as virulent hermaphrodites;Calling across the sodden twisted ends of Time.Edifices of importunitySway like ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
Somewhere or other, 'tis doubtful where,In the archives of Gosh is a volume rare, A precious old classic that nobody ...
Over the rim of the glass Containing a good martini with a twist I eye her bosom and consider a ...
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,The darkness shudders slowly into light;And from the weary bosom of the nightThe ...
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleepCollects all weary ...
LET a Parisian prelate lead the vanOf worthies now advancing on the stage;Surely 'twas his own mind the pious manPourtray'd, ...
They tell me new methods now govern the Muses,The modes of expression have changed with the times;That low is the ...
(To the sweet bard of The Woman's Club, Miss Alice Ruth Moore.) I peer adown a shining group, Where sages ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
I Baked the day she suddenly dropped dead we chew it slowly that last apple pie. Shocked into sleeplessness you're ...
Now is the time for mirth, Nor cheek or tongue be dumb; For with the flow'ry earth The golden pomp ...
Not oblique, something unclear not with words grandiose a calling to write clear and terse Poetry, beauty in the straightforward ...
No Brigadier throughout the Year So civic as the Jay -- A Neighbor and a Warrior too With shrill felicity ...
I know Suspense -- it steps so terse And turns so weak away -- Besides -- Suspense is neighborly When ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
Piecemeal the summer dies; At the field's edge a daisy lives alone; A last shawl of burning lies On a ...
I wish I had a simple style In writing verse, As in his prose had Ernie Pyle, So true and ...
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