An Elegy on the Death of Montgomery Tappen (Major Henry Livingston, Jr. Poems)
An elegy on the death of MONTGOMERY TAPPEN who dies at Poughkeepsie on the 20th of Nov. 1784 in the ...
An elegy on the death of MONTGOMERY TAPPEN who dies at Poughkeepsie on the 20th of Nov. 1784 in the ...
What needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones, The labour of an age in piled Stones, Or that his hallow'd ...
Take the name of the swain, a forlorn witless elf Who was chang'd to a flow'r for admiring himself. A ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
On this thy natal day permit a friend - A brother - with thy joys his own to blend: In ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
A vine from noblest lineage sprung And with the choicest clusters hung, In purple rob'd, reclining lay, And catch'd the ...
What I love about this little leaning mark is how it divides without divisiveness. The left or bottom side prying ...
Translated by Shorsha Sullivan (book includes DVD with audio performance directed by Piers Burton-Page, slide show of sculptures by Fritz ...
There are places where the eye can starve, But not here. Here, for example, is The Piazza Navona, & here ...
(1) Caressing my tender breasts, his left hand's on the steering wheel, and his right hand is firmly tucked away ...
I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the long ...
The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light, The sciences were sucklings at thy breast; When all the ...
I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so ...
Into the furnace let me go alone; Stay you without in terror of the heat. I will go naked in--for ...
(AN ECHO FROM A LARGER LYRE.) That was love that I had before Years ago, when my heart was young; ...
When first your glory shone upon my face My body kindled to a mighty flame, And burnt you yielding in ...
Now is the perfect moment of the year. Half naked branches, half a mist of green, Vivid and delicate the ...
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast; To whisper soft and ...
Not in the street and not in the square, The street and square where you went and came; With shuttered ...
There is a lovely noise about your name, Above the shoutings of the city clear, More than a moment's merriment, ...
We have a name for it in the South: asshole buddies. It means we've known each other so long it ...
A millionbillionwillion miles from home Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) Why are they all so big, ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
Where a river roars in rapids And doves in maples fret, Where peace has decked the pastures Our guardian angels ...
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
An endless line of splendor, These troops with heaven for home, With creeds they go from Scotland, With incense go ...
A man roams the streets with a basket of freestone peaches hollering, "Peaches, peaches, yellow freestone peaches for sale." My ...
Down, down beneath the daisy beds, O hear the cries of pain! And moaning on the cinder-path They're blind amid ...
A blue jay poses on a stake meant to support an apple tree newly planted. A strong wind on this ...
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