In The Marble Quarry (James Dickey Poems)
Beginning to dangle beneathThe wind that blows from the undermined wood, I feel the great pulley grind, The thread I cling to ...
Beginning to dangle beneathThe wind that blows from the undermined wood, I feel the great pulley grind, The thread I cling to ...
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire,Your fame to raise,Upon its blaze,Alas! ye do but light your funeral pyre!Tempting ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
It was the fairest and the sweetest scene--The freshest, sunniest, smiling land that e'erHeld o'er the waves its arms of ...
Mourn, Mourn, ye Muses, all your loss deplore, The Young, the Noble Strephon is no more. Yes, yes, he fled ...
BENEATH this narrow jostling street, Unruffled by the noise of feet, Like a slow organ-note I hear The pulses ...
Oh, little did the Wolf-Child care-- When first he planned his home, What City should arise and bear The weight ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... I well remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... Still I remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... Still I remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
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