The Feast Of The Virgins – The Feast Of The Virgins (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
The sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
The sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
1. E. LarionovaE. Larionova. Brunette. A colonel'sand a typist's daughter. Lookedat you like someone studying a clockface.She tried to help ...
There's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought, And we pray for the touch of his breathWhen ...
(For Joyce Kilmer)When the dreamy night is on, up the Hudson river,And the sheen of modern taste is dim and ...
1I saw Time flowing like a hundred yachtsThat fly behind the daylight, foxed with air;Or piercing, like the quince-bright, bitter ...
DOWN at the docks--when the smoke clouds lie,Wind-ript and red, on an angry sky--Coal-dumps and derricks and piled-up bales,Tar and ...
And now the sun in tinted splendor sank, The west was all aglow with crimson light;The bay seemed like a sheet ...
There's a big park just close to where we live -Trees in a rowAnd shaggy grass whereon the dead leaves ...
Between the Road and the HarborIt is a little graveyard in a small island village, and it liesbetween the blue ...
Stormy's dead, I heard them say, "he's dead and gone to rest";Of all the skippers I have known old Stormy ...
I've loops o' string in the place o' buttons, I've mostly holes for a shirt;My boots are bust and my ...
"TO put new shingles on old roofs; To give old women wadded skirts; To treat premonitory coughs With ...
I am no more but you live on,And the wind, whining and complaining,Is shaking house and forest, strainingNot single fir ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
I say to my woman, "Jeffers was a great poet. think of a title like Be Angry At The Sun. ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
You can't put in the ground swell of the organ from the Christiansted, St.Croix, Anglican Church behind the paratrooper's voice: ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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