Grace (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
WHO is it beams the merriest At killing a man, the laughing one? You are the one I nominate, God of the rivers ...
WHO is it beams the merriest At killing a man, the laughing one? You are the one I nominate, God of the rivers ...
So he took her as anointedIn the part he had appointed,She was lips for smiling faintly,Eyes to look and level ...
Captain Carpenter rose up in his prime Put on his pistols and went riding out But had got wellnigh nowhere ...
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