Sonnet 32: The Children of the Night (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
Oh for a poet-for a beacon bright To rift this changless glimmer of dead gray; To spirit back the Muses, ...
Oh for a poet-for a beacon bright To rift this changless glimmer of dead gray; To spirit back the Muses, ...
Oh for a poet-for a beacon bright To rift this changless glimmer of dead gray; To spirit back the Muses, ...
The man Flammonde, from God knows where, With firm address and foreign air With news of nations in his talk ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
(AMSTERDAM, 1645) And there you are again, now as you are. Observe yourself as you discern yourself In your discredited ...
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