Epilogue (Herman Melville Poems)
_If Luther's day expand to Darwin's year,__Shall that exclude the hope--foreclose the fear?_Unmoved by all the claims our times avow,The ...
_If Luther's day expand to Darwin's year,__Shall that exclude the hope--foreclose the fear?_Unmoved by all the claims our times avow,The ...
Of all inhabitants on earth,To man alone I owe my birth,And yet the cow, the sheep, the bee,Are all my ...
Thou pulse of hotness, who, with reedlike breast,Makest meridian music, long and loud,Accentuating summer!—Dost thy bestTo make the sunbeams fiercer, ...
Our muse it doth refuse to singOf cheese made early in the spring,When cows give milk from spring fodderYou cannot ...
Swift and silent and strong Under the low-browed arches,Through culverts, and under bridges,Sweeping with long forced marchesDown to the ultimate ridges,— The ...
Perfection ever is the price of toil. Of marchings long, and hardships by the way, Of burdens borne, oft in the heat ...
Now the rich cherry, whose sleek wood,And top with silver petals tracedLike a strict box its gems encased,Has spilt from ...
"Wisha, where is he goin' to now With the hat on the back of the poll.And the hair of him curled ...
Where long ago the Indian roamedand chased the buffalo.White men now have built their homes,and plow and plant and reap ...
The wild oxalis Among the valleys Lifts up its chalice Of pink and pearl; And, balsam-breathing, From out their sheathing, The myriad wreathing Green leaves uncurl. The whole ...
Here in this isleThe summer still lingers,And Autumn's brown fingers So busy the while With the leaves in the north; Are scarcely put ...
Animals don't sleep. In the dark after nightfallThey stand over the world like a stone wall.The cow's sloping headRustles its ...
In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,May my lot no less fortunate beThan a snug elbow-chair can ...
High up in the sky there, now, you know,In this May twilight, our cottage is asleep,Tenantless, and no creature there ...
In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining,May my fate no less fortunate beThan a snug elbow-chair will ...
Aye, sure, it does always be rainin' An' the hay lyin' out in the wet,But what's the good o' complainin'? It never ...
In the village they call her the dark girlbut to me she is the flower KrishnakaliOn a cloudy day in ...
Guess I'll stick to washing dishes,Sweeping, cooking, darning socks;Having literary wishesGives a girl too many shocks.I think thoughts just like ...
Below the sunset's range of rose,Below the heaven's deepening blue,Down woodways where the balsam blows,And milkweed tufts hang, gray with ...
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of theforest. O child, do not go out! The palm trees in a ...
A song of Long Ago: Sing it lightly--sing it low-- Sing it softly--like the lisping of the lips we used to know When ...
Do you see that post a-stickin in the sand?Just the point of it a-poking thro' the sand?Me and Madge put ...
The morning opens fine, bonny Mary O! The robin sings his song by the dairy O!Where the little Jenny wrens cock ...
Last night a sword-light in the skyFlashed a swift terror on the dark.In that sharp light the fields did lieNaked ...
I asked nothing, only stood at theedge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyesof the dawn, ...
After the Christmas, with the help of Christ, I will never stop ifI am alive; I will go to the ...
Dar's a skool in West Virginny,Dat I hears dem call de Farm,Whar dey raises ...
"The anarchy of dreaming sleep."The baby left the big front door,And toddled past the garden bower ;And where two trees ...
The "happy year" of 1914AN hour from dawn:The snow sweeps onAs it swept with sleet last night:The Earth aroundBreathes never ...
The stooks of corn stand shaggy and heavylike a drove of mighty oxen.Cows grazedown by the shoreand lie far awaylike ...
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