Moonrise Over Tyringham (Edith Wharton Poems)
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,And all the west empurpled with their death,How swift oblivion drinks the fallen ...
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,And all the west empurpled with their death,How swift oblivion drinks the fallen ...
South Mountain towered on our right, Far off the river lay,And over on the wooded height We held their line ...
The swarthy bee is a buccaneer, A burly velveted rover, Who loves the booming wind in his ear As he ...
Today I saw the shop-girl goDown gay Broadway to meet her beau.Conspicuous, splendid, conscious, sweet,She spread abroad and took the ...
Young Jenny, she walked ower t' ribbed sea-sand, (T' lairocks sing sae sweetly, O!)Wheer she met a fisher-lad, net ...
(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA)Brown foundling of the Western wood, Babe of primeval wildernesses!Long on my table thou hast stood Encounters strange and ...
In the market of Clare, so cheery the glareOf the shops and the booths of the tradespeople there;That I take ...
We was speakin' of folks, jes' common folks, An' we come to this conclusion, That wherever they be, on land ...
Why, from the far-away Did you send such a waif ...
I. VIRGIN of Troy, the days were well with thee When wandering singing by the singing streams Of Ilion, thou ...
Not the light of the long blue Summer,Nor the flowery huntress, Spring,Nor the chilly and moaning Winter,Doth peace to my ...
In memory of S. B. V., 1834-1909... so what the lame four-poster gathered hereBetween the lips of stale and seasoned ...
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice ...
Before my drift-wood fire I sit, And see, with every waif I burn, Old dreams and fancies coloring it, And ...
And do not be indiscreet or unconventional. Play it safe. Listen here. I've never played it safe in spite of ...
We're taking Marie Toro to her home in Père-La-Chaise; We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting-place. Behold! her hearse ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
HAIL! Childish slaves of social rules You had yourselves a hand in making! How I could shake your faith, ye ...
THE owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo From building and battered paving-stone. The headlight scoffs at the mist, And ...
The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway, The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way, ...
It was biting cold, and the falling snow, Which filled a poor little match girl's heart with woe, Who was ...
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