A Torchbearer (Edith Wharton Poems)
Great cities rise and have their fall; the brassThat held their glories moulders in its turn.Hard granite rots like an ...
Great cities rise and have their fall; the brassThat held their glories moulders in its turn.Hard granite rots like an ...
The beautiful spring delights me well, When flowers and leaves are growing;And it pleases my heart to hear the swell ...
I remember the dear little cabinThat stood by the weather-brown mill,And the beautiful wavelets of sunshineThat flowed down the slope ...
I passed along a mountain road, Which led me through a wooded glen,Remote from dwelling or abode And ordinary haunts ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
Not utterly forsaken thought the people were scattered sent to the winds away from the promised land The stump in ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees Hum in the ...
Like a reminder of this life of trams, sun, sparrows, and the flighty uncontrolledness of streams leaping like thermometers, and ...
Lured by the wall, and drawn To stare below the roof, Where pigeons nest aloof From prowling cats and men, ...
At Aix-la-Chapelle, in imperial array, In its halls renowned in old story, At the coronation banquet so gay King Rudolf ...
"Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light, Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus'd A Spirit of activity ...
THE wind is without there and howls in the trees, And the rain-flurries drum on the glass: Alone by the ...
West of Dubbo the west begins The land of leisure and hope and trust, Where the black man stalks with ...
1 The garden mould was damp and chill, 2 Winter had had his brutal will 3 Since over all the ...
I Blow across the stagnant world, I blow across the sea, For me, the sailor's flag unfurled, For me, the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Let us abandon then our gardens and go home And sit in the sitting-room Shall the larkspur blossom or the ...
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