Renascence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
How sweet the summer morning's blush, The noontide's ripening glow,The gloaming's shadows o'er the path Where happy lovers go,The lakelet's ...
Loud without the wind was roaringThrough th'autumnal sky;Drenching wet, the cold rain pouring,Spoke of winter nigh.All too like that dreary ...
Before me now a little picture lies— A little shadow of a childish face, Childishly sweet, ...
I. Mouths have they, but they speak not: Yet something in the certainty of faith ...
THRONE of expression! whence the spirit's rayPours forth so oft the light of mental day,Where fancy's fire, affection's melting beam,Thought, ...
We have heard it. Oft we heard it long before we came of age.In whatever fields we practise, art whatever ...
The fact which suggested this poem is related by Clarke in his Travels.I.Blue sky above, blue sea below,Far off, the ...
PROUD, languid lily of the sacred Nile, 'Tis strange to see thee on our western wave,Far from those sandy shores ...
Deal kindly with those speechless ones, That throng our gladsome earth;Say not the bounteous gift of life Alone is nothing ...
No wind there is that either pipes or moans;The fields are cold and still; the skyIs covered with a blue-gray ...
Isn't it noble children dear, To have a mother's voice to hear, A mother to honor and to love, And ...
Shepherd, to yon tall poplars tune your flute:Let them pierce, keenly, subtly shrill,The slow blue rumour of the hill;Let the ...
I saw a light cloud floating in the sheenOf the resplendent moonshine; undefinedIts fleecy edges shivered in the windAlone, at ...
It is a more ephemeral, a more undefined quixotic thought not the chronological age, of so many days, of years ...
Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt today! O let its memory stay with me And ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
I. Of the million or two, more or less, I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
1 AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
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