Eclogue (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
JANE SNEED BEGAN IT: My poor John, alas,Ten years ago, pretty it was in a ringTo run as boys and ...
JANE SNEED BEGAN IT: My poor John, alas,Ten years ago, pretty it was in a ringTo run as boys and ...
I SAT in a friendly company And wagged my wicked tongue so well, My friends were listening close to hear The wickedest tales ...
SAVOR of love is thick on the April air, The blunted boughs dispose their lacy bloom, And many sorry steeds dismissed to ...
He is a tower unleaning. But how he'll breakIf Heaven assault him with full wind and sleet,And what uproar tall ...
HE feigned a fine indifference To be so prodigal of light, Knowing his piteous twisted things Would lose the crooked marks of spite When ...
Procne, Philomela, and Itylus,Your names are liquid, your improbable taleIs recited in the classic numbers of the nightingale.Ah, but our ...
We shall come tomorrow morning, who were not to have her love,We shall bring no face of envy but a ...
Do not enforce the tired wolf Dragging his infected wound homeward To sit tonight with the warm children Naming the ...
Full of her long white arms and milky skin He had a thousand times remembered sin. Alone in the press ...
Two evils, monstrous either one apart, Possessed me, and were long and loath at going: A cry of Absence, Absence, ...
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