Ballad of the Grapes (George Sterling Poems)
O Sadducees and Pharisees, Who harass the divine,Now harken with reluctancy How Daphne made the wine!(I drain a glass of bootleg Scotch, For ...
O Sadducees and Pharisees, Who harass the divine,Now harken with reluctancy How Daphne made the wine!(I drain a glass of bootleg Scotch, For ...
Forasmuch as the Canter's and Fanatic's LordSayeth peace and joy are by me abhorred;And would fill each Sunday with gloom ...
Fresh from piano, school, and books, A happy girl with rosy looks Young Plowman wooed and won; despite Her pretty, pouting prejudice, Her deep ...
His laurels fresh from song and lay,Romance, art, science, rich in all,And young of heart, how dare we sayWe keep ...
IN heaven, they say, is undisturbed and perfect peace; and yetAlong our heart-strings, even there, a tremor of regretMust sometimes ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I myself Should be a ...
SMALL, fragile, and dark-eyed was Alan's mother, Of Highland blood; her solemn Saxon mate Had ne'er been able quite to ...
COUNTRY'SWEET are the lanes and the hedges, the fields made red with the clover, With tall field-sorrel, and ...
The Currency Lads may fill their glasses,And drink to the health of the Currency Lasses;But the lass I adore, the ...
The earth rolls on through empty space, its journey's never done;It's entered for a starry race throughout the kingdom come.And, ...
Among the folks who write me, From Frisco to Cape Ann,Is one from whom I often hear,And whom, I ...
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?And what has he been after that they groan ...
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?And what has he been after that they groan ...
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? And what has he been after that they ...
Our lives full of stress fighting a race day to day rats on the treadmill, the maze trying to find ...
I Blessed be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
We have no heart for civil strife, Our burdens we prefer to bear; We long to live a peaceful life ...
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
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