You wonder at my bright round eyes, my lips Pressed tightly like a venomous rosette. Thus do me honor by so much, fond wretch, And praise my Persian beauty, dulcet voice....
Antonio loved the Lady Clare. He caught her to him on the stair And pressed her breasts and kissed her hair, And drew her lips in his, and drew Her soul out like a torch's flare....
Only a few plants up - and not a blossom My clover didn't catch. What is the matter? Old John comes by. I show him my result. Look, John! My clover patch is just a failure,...
I was the laughing-stock of the village, Chiefly of the people of good sense, as they call themselves - Also of the learned, like Rev. Peet, who read Greek The same as English....
I made my bed beneath the pines Where the sea washed the sandy bars; I heard the music of the winds, And blest the aureate face of Mars. All night a lilac splendor throve...
When you lie sleeping; golden hair Tossed on your pillow, sea shell pink Ears that nestle, I forbear A moment while I look and think How you are mine, and if I dare To bend and kiss you lying there....
What are the mortal facts With which we deal? The man is thirty years, Most vital, in a richness physical, Of musical heart and feeling; and the woman Is twenty-eight, a cradle warm and rich...
A lassie sells the War Cry on the corner And the big drum booms, and the raucous brass horns Mingle with the cymbals and the silver triangle. I stand a moment listening, then my friend...
Amid the din of cars and automobiles, At the corner of a towering pile of granite, Under the city's soaring brick and stone, Where multitudes go hurrying by, you stand...
Take note, passers-by, of the sharp erosions Eaten in my head-stone by the wind and rain - Almost as if an intangible Nemesis or hatred Were marking scores against me,...
The Sun hung like a red balloon As if he would not rise; For listless Helios drowsed and yawned. He cared not whether the morning dawned, The brother of Eos and the Moon...
Elenor Murray stole away from Nice Before her furlough ended, tense to see Something of Italy, and planned to go To Genoa, explore the ancient town Of Christopher Columbus, if she might...
You knew then, starting let us say with ether, You would become electrons, out of whirling Would rise to atoms; then as an atom resting Till through Yourself in other atoms moving...
Merival, of a mother fair and good, A father sound in body and in mind, Rich through three thousand acres left to him By that same father dying, mother dead These many years, a bachelor, lived alone...
There's a voice in my heart that cries and cries for tears. It is not a voice, but a pain of many fears. It is not a pain, but the rune of far-off spheres.