A Riddle Song (Walt Whitman Poems)
THAT which eludes this verse and any verse,Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind,Nor lore nor ...
THAT which eludes this verse and any verse,Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind,Nor lore nor ...
VVhether thy Fathers, or diseases rage,More mortal prov'd to thy unhappy age,Our sorrow needs not question; since the firstIs known ...
Aw'd rayther face a redwut brick,Sent flyin at mi heead;Aw'd rayther track a madman's steps,Whearivver they may leead;Aw'd rayther ventur ...
Tho' the Muse had deny'd me so often before,I ventur'd this Day to invoke her once more.She ask'd what I ...
You that at ev'ry trifling Cross repine, And tax the Ways of Providence Divine; You that to ev'ry soft Temptation ...
Svend Vonved sits in his lonely bower;He strikes his harp with a hand of power;His harp return'd a responsive din;Then ...
"The winds whistled loud the bleak caverns among, The nightingale fearfully lower'd her song, The moon in dark vapors retir'd; ...
In Bath a wanton wife did dwelle,As Chaucer he doth write,Who did in pleasure spend her dayes,And many a fond ...
DOST see by that rock, with its summit of snow,Which the frost-ribbed billows are mining below;'Twas there that one night,...to ...
OH , woman! what hast thou done, presumptuous Eve!Stretch'd forth thy daring hand against command,Command of Him, whose high creative ...
In humble imitation of the soaring flights of somelegendary and exquisitely pathetic modern Bards. JONAS lay on his bed, so ...
Now thou art gone, O BURNS ! to thy last bed,Where Kings and Ploughmen, Wits and Fools, are laid;Nor softer ...
When simple Macer, now of high renown,First fought a Poet's Fortune in the Town,'Twas all th' Ambition his high soul ...
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
THAT which eludes this verse and any verse, Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind, Nor ...
Desponding Phillis was endu'd With ev'ry Talent of a Prude, She trembled when a Man drew near; Salute her, and ...
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