Dispossessed (Lola Ridge Poems)
Tender and tremulous green of leavesTurned up by the wind,Twanging among the vines -Wind in the grassBlowing a clear pathFor ...
Tender and tremulous green of leavesTurned up by the wind,Twanging among the vines -Wind in the grassBlowing a clear pathFor ...
On this tiny globeA few flies dash themselves against the wall,Humming without cease,Sometimes shrilling,Sometimes moaning.Ants on the locust tree assume ...
In which calm home of happy life and loveLigged our Lord Buddha, knowing not of woe,Nor want, nor pain, nor ...
BRISTOL, thine heart hath throbb'd to glory.-Slaves,E'en Christian slaves, have shook their chains, and gaz'dWith wonder and amazement on thee. ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
There was a sudden stir, Ages ago, on the Ӕgean Sea. With a loud cry, as of great agony, The ...
Earth, outward tuning on her path in space This pensive southern face, Swathing its smile and shine In ...
Here, from this little hillock, in days long since gone by,Glanced over hill and valley the Sachem's eagle eye;His were ...
Playing on Sixth AvenueHere's to you, brave Hurdy-gurdy,Grinding out your happy tuneWhile the traffic round you rumbles,In the city's Summer ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
to a friend No! those days are gone away And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Love's worshippers alone can know The thousand mysteries that are his; His blazing torch, his twanging bow, His blooming age ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
The poem of the mind in the act of finding What will suffice. It has not always had To find: ...
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope, The freshness of the elder lays, the might Of manly, modern passion shall ...
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