The Turbine (Harriet Monroe Poems)
To W. S. M.Look at her-there she sits upon her throneAs ladylike and quiet as a nun!But if you cross ...
To W. S. M.Look at her-there she sits upon her throneAs ladylike and quiet as a nun!But if you cross ...
Straying, musing, singing, dreaming,'Neath the leafy banners streaming,Fleck'd with golden sunbeams gleaming Through the woodland's dun;On lone Calder's banks reclining,Where the ...
Through salt marsh, grassy channel where the shark'sA rumor &mdash lean, alongside &mdash rides out boat;For of us off with ...
AT THE DINNER TO THE PRESIDENT,BOSTON, JUNE 26, 1877How to address him? awkward, it is trueCall him "Great Father," as ...
Hushed are the pigeons cooing low On dusty rafters of the loft; And mild-eyed oxen, breathing soft,Sleep on the fragrant hay below.Dim ...
Where to-day would a dainty buyerImbibe your scented juice,Pale ruin with a heart of fire;Drain your succulence with her lips,Grown ...
Musing on the fate of Daphne,Many feelings urged my breast,For the God so keen desiring,And the Nymph so deep distrest.Never ...
Down the road which asters tangle, Thro' the gap where green-briar twines, By the path where dry leaves ...
We severed in Autumn early,Ere the earth was torn by the plough;The wheat and the oats and the barleyAre ripe ...
Old Winter's joys are many; keen and bracing is his air,Tracing forms of grace and beauty on the window-pane;Yet when ...
Now I am slow and placid, fond of sun,Like a sleek beast, or a worn one,No slim and languid girl ...
POET of the Pulpit, whose full-chorded lyre Startles the churches from their slumbers late, Discoursing music, mixed with lofty ire ...
Hark! I hear the sound of singing,And of sleigh-bells, gaily ringing,And the sound of steeds fast springing,Fleeting o'er the frozen ...
FLEETER than time, across the Continent,Through unsunned ocean depths, from beach to beach,Around the rolling globe Thought's couriers reach.The new-tuned ...
We sat in the belly of the aeroplane and held out for sirens to swerve across the grass; men with ...
We severed in Autumn early, Ere the earth was torn by the plough; The wheat and the oats and the ...
Our love is too strong For circumstances to keep us apart Hurt, pain cast aside Holding you so tight. Why ...
We like a Hairbreadth 'scape It tingles in the Mind Far after Act or Accident Like paragraphs of Wind If ...
I am alive -- I guess -- The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory -- And at ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
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