Morton (Albery Allson Whitman Poems)
Freedom, thy son is dead!Once more the solemn treadOf the long, slow cortege echoes to throbsOf a nation's heart, and ...
Freedom, thy son is dead!Once more the solemn treadOf the long, slow cortege echoes to throbsOf a nation's heart, and ...
From Schiller"Which of you, knight or squire, will darePlunge into yonder gulf?A golden beaker I fling in it—there!The black mouth ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towersThe golden lights go out . . .The yellow windows darken, the shades ...
First all the host of RaphaelIn liveries of gold,Lifted the chorus on whose rhythmThe spinning spheres are rolled,-The Seraphs of ...
An Elegy for Tristan TzaraIn the hungry kitchenThe dog sings for its dinner.The housewife is writing her poemOn top of ...
In his great cushioned chair by the fenderAn old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,Warm rays ...
THE pilot's at the helm,Yon vessel's course to mark;Yet shall destruction soon o'erwhelmThe unsuspecting bark.Triumphant now she ridesUpon the treach'rous ...
A life I thought had pass'd away, With all its old, spasmodic thinking,When I read Schiller's "Robber" play, Came back ...
He: Blue, blue eternally, dark waves and skyBlue - and beyond unending deeps of blue,This and the emerald earth, the ...
Out over childhood's borders,Manhood's brave banners unfurled,Weighed down with precepts and ordersA boy has gone into the world.Nobody thinks it ...
It is grey tingling azure overhead With silver drift. Beneath, where from the green The trees are reared, the distance ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
HLF, August 8, 1918-August 22, 1997 "Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
--And yet this great wink of eternity, Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings, Samite sheeted and processioned where Her undinal vast ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
RINGS of iron gray smoke; a woman's steel face . looking . looking. Funnels of an ocean liner negotiating a ...
Sisters - Heaviness and Tenderness- you look the same. Wasps and bees both suck the heavy rose. Man dies, and ...
Never, never again? Not on nights filled with quivering stars, or during dawn's maiden brightness or afternoons of sacrifice? Or ...
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