The Comrade (Donald Marquis Poems)
HATH not man at his noblest An air of something more than man? -- A hint of grace immortal, Born ...
HATH not man at his noblest An air of something more than man? -- A hint of grace immortal, Born ...
NEVERMORE Shall the shepherds of Arcady follow Pan's moods as he lolls by the shore Of the mere, or lies ...
THE Hours passed by, a fleet, confused crowd; With wafture of blown garments bright as fire, Light, light of foot ...
EACH race has died and lived and fought for the "true" gods of that poor race, Unconsciously, divinest thought of ...
We stood among the boats and nets . . . We marked the risen moon Walk swaying o'er the trembling ...
Pop Montague's old brain was wried Through all its convolutions With constant thoughts of Homicide And kindred institutions. White-haired Giuseppi ...
Dead priests that have sung when the world was young at Mercury's temple-place,Your myth, it was true. It is born ...
ABOVE, the baffled twilight fails; beneath, the blind snakes creep; Beside us glides the charnel shark, our pilot through the ...
A TOAST to the Fools! Pierrot, Pantaloon, Harlequin, Clown, Merry-Andrew, Buffoon -- Touchstone and Triboulet -- all of the tribe. ...
REACH over, my Undine, and clutch me a reed -- Nymph of mine idleness, notch me a pipe -- For ...
Archaeologists have discovered a love-letter among the ruins of Babylon. -- Newspaper report.The world hath just one tale to tell, ...
So young, but already the splendor Of genius robed him about -- Already the dangerous, tender Regard of the gods ...
I AM mine own priest, and I shrive myself Of all my wasted yesterdays. Though sin And sloth and foolishness, ...
A LITTLE while, with love and youth, He wandered, singing: -- He felt life's pulses hot and strong Beat all ...
CLOTHED on with thunder and with steel And black against the dawn The whirling armies clash and reel. . . ...
YE are dead, they say, but ye swore, ye swore, Ye would come to me back from the sea! From ...
THE great guns slay from a league away, the death- bolts fly unseen, And bellowing hill replies to hill, machine ...
PERCHANCE the dying gods of Earth Are destined to another birth, And worn-out creeds regain their worth In the kindly ...
God never plucks me by the sleeve And begs for my advice, And since He doesn't all His works Leave ...
OUT of the soil and the slime, Reeking, they climb, Out of the muck and the mire, Rank, they aspire; ...
We are the shaken slaves of Breath: For logic leaves the race unstirred; But cadence, and the vibrant word, Are ...
TIME steals from Love all but Love's wings; And how should aught but evil things, Or any good but death, ...
EARTH loves to gibber o'er her dross, Her golden souls, to waste; The cup she fills for her god-men Is ...
CHRIST was of virgin birth, and, being slain, The creedists say, He rose from death again. Oh, futile age-long talk ...
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