Alarm Clocks (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm Across green fields and yellow hills of hay The little twittering ...
When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm Across green fields and yellow hills of hay The little twittering ...
Oh ye who hold the written clue To all save all unwritten things, And, half a league behind, pursue The ...
1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often ...
The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar -- Down to the dark, to the utter dark, ...
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; So we, ...
Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid, He to the overbearing Boanerges Jonson, uttered (if half of it were liquor, ...
"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . . It's true I've been accustomed now to home, And joints ...
That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson ...
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the God of Love was born: I cannot ...
Since all, that beat about in Nature's range, Or veer or vanish ; why should'st thou remain The only constant ...
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
(From a sonnet-sequence) Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept Softly along the dim way to your room, And ...
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
When you're lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and sleeping sound, Without a care or trouble on your mind, And ...
What are we first? First, animals; and next Intelligences at a leap; on whom Pale lies the distant shadow of ...
When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset. The true ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
My brother comes home from work and climbs the stairs to our room. I can hear the bed groan and ...
Early March. The cold beach deserted. My kids home in a bare house, bundled up and listening to rock music ...
A man roams the streets with a basket of freestone peaches hollering, "Peaches, peaches, yellow freestone peaches for sale." My ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
On March 1, 1958, four deserters from the French Army of North Africa, August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
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