The Concert (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
No, I will go alone. I will come back when it's over. Yes, of course I love you. No, it ...
No, I will go alone. I will come back when it's over. Yes, of course I love you. No, it ...
What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? ...
Naturally it is night. Under the overturned lute with its One string I am going my way Which has a ...
Why did he promise me that we would build ourselves an ark all by ourselves out in back of the ...
Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
I went to the dances at Chandlerville, And played snap-out at Winchester. One time we changed partners, Driving home in ...
I would be wandering in distant fields Where man, and bird, and beast, lives leisurely, And the old earth is ...
Bow down my soul in worship very low And in the holy silences be lost. Bow down before the marble ...
A song of Enchantment I sang me there, In a green-green wood, by waters fair, Just as the words came ...
It was the Great Alexander, Capped with a golden helm, Sate in the ages, in his floating ship, In a ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
Silvia, do you remember the moments, in your mortal life, when beauty still shone in your sidelong, laughing eyes, and ...
There is delight in singing, though none hear Beside the singer; and there is delight In praising, though the praiser ...
The old war is over the new one has begun between drivers and pedestrians on a Friday in New York ...
Believe me, dear patrons, I have wand'red too far, Without any compass, or planet or star; My dear native village ...
Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling ...
On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father's house With your cheeks ...
A little colt - broncho, loaned to the farm To be broken in time without fury or harm, Yet black ...
A BROADSIDE DISTRIBUTED IN SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS Censers are swinging, Over the town; Censers are swinging, Look overhead! Censers are swinging, ...
Where is David? . . . O God's people, Saul has passed, the good and great. Mourn for Saul the ...
Climbing the heights of Berkeley Nightly I watch the West. There lies new San Francisco, Sea-maid in purple dressed, Wearing ...
The Drunkards in the street are calling one another, Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay, - Publicans ...
I. THE DOLL UPON THE TOPMOST BOUGH This doll upon the topmost bough, This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress, Was taken ...
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
I thought he was dumb, said he was dumb, Yet I've heard him cry. First faint scream, Out of life's ...
You pull over to the shoulder of the two-lane road and sit for a moment wondering where you were going ...
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