Ode To Silence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Aye, but she?Your other sister and my other soulGrave Silence, lovelierThan the three loveliest maidens, what of her?Clio, not you,Not ...
Aye, but she?Your other sister and my other soulGrave Silence, lovelierThan the three loveliest maidens, what of her?Clio, not you,Not ...
'Eroes? Orright. You 'ave it 'ow yeh like. Throw up yer little 'at an' come the glad;But not too much ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
And thou too, dearest sister! thou art dead!The pitiless archer once again has spedAt our small circle an unerring dart.Thus, ...
She was a phantom, &c.In lone Glenartney's thickets lies couched the lordly stag,The dreaming terrier's tail forgets its customary wag;And ...
There is a place that some men know,I cannot see the whole of itNor how I came there. Long agoFlame ...
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then, But ...
Cold in the earth-and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I ...
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple ...
What blest examples do I find Writ in the Word of Truth Of children that began to mind Religion in ...
Death of kindred improved. Zech. 1:5. Must friends and kindred droop and die, And helpers be withdrawn? While sorrow with ...
for Moremi, 1963 Earth will not share the rafter's envy; dung floors Break, not the gecko's slight skin, but its ...
I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west, Fulfilled of watery ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
(Another version of "A Terre".) To Siegfried Sassoon My arms have mutinied against me -- brutes! My fingers fidget like ...
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
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