An Afternoon (Margaret Widdemer Poems)
THIS was one of the dreary whilesWhen a woman sits and smilesWishing all the talk was over,Inward thought a weary ...
THIS was one of the dreary whilesWhen a woman sits and smilesWishing all the talk was over,Inward thought a weary ...
Who would believe that hard and arid stone,Which hath no principle of light nor heat,Doth in itself inactive fires secreteWith ...
Accurs?d to the Medes, as to himself, That fatal hour when,--mad with fiercest hate,-- His private wrong on one man ...
ACT II.--At Eisenach.SCENE I. A Room in the LANDGRAVE'S Palace. FREDERICK THE GRAVE and HENRY SCHNETZEN.LANDGRAVE.Who tells thee of my ...
1382It is a dream, I know:--Yet on the pastOf this dear England if in thought we gaze,About her seems a ...
A TRUE STORYI I am a man who hath known trouble, O'Ruarc of the Lake. On my life's glass joy ...
Day of the cloud in fleets! O dayOf wedded white and blue, that sailImmingled, with a footing rayIn shadow-sandals down ...
Part 03: His Cloudy Destiny - 01Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us ...
I made an ascent of the Eiger Last year, which has ne'er been surpassed; 'Twas dangerous, long, and laborious, ...
Behold an Indian isle, reposedUpon the deep's enamoured breast,Even like a royal bride, be-rosedWith passion in her happy rest.Or, when ...
I LOVE you, rotten,Delicious rottenness.I love to suck you out from your skinsSo brown and soft and coming suave,So morbid, ...
Within the precincts of a hospital, I wandered in a sympathetic mood;Where face to face with wormwood and with gall, ...
BLACK eyes, unearthly in their depth and fire, Gleam out from under shade of trellis'd vines, And faces cut more ...
As I woke this morning, I remembered I remembered that day, the exact moment when I saw the towers, innocence ...
I remember him all so vividly like it was so recent far fewer than the close to forty years ago ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
The first morning of Three Mile Island: those first disquieting, uncertain, mystifying hours. All morning a crew of workmen have ...
A barefoot boy! I mark him at his play -- For May is here once more, and so is he, ...
Because my eyes were none to bright Strong spectacles I bought, And lo! there sprang into my sight A life ...
Because my eyes were none to bright Strong spectacles I bought, And lo! there sprang into my sight A life ...
Now the dead past seems vividly alive, And in this shining moment I can trace, Down through the vista of ...
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