Dream Song 87: Op. posth. no. 10 (John Berryman Poem)
these hearings endlessly, friends, word is had Henry may be returning to our life adult & difficult. There exist rumors ...
these hearings endlessly, friends, word is had Henry may be returning to our life adult & difficult. There exist rumors ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat- Found the ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
DAUGHTER of Chaos' doting years, Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade (The rights of ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint Not applying at ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
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