Some day - I have signs - a mortal storm Is coming from the far north. Everywhere is the smell of corpses. The great killing begins. The lump of sky grows dark, Storm-death lifts its clawed paws;...
Prophets have honour all over the Earth, Except in the village where they were born, Where such as knew them boys from birth Nature-ally hold 'em in scorn. When Prophets are naughty and young and vain,...
Celestine Silvousplait Justine de Mouton Rosalie, A coryph'e who lived and danced in naughty, gay Paree, Was every bit as pretty as a French girl e'er can be (Which isn't saying much). ...
Earthly props are useless, On Thy grace I fall; Earthly strength is weakness, Father, on Thee I call,-- For comfort, strength, and guidance, O, give me all!
Looking for placer pangar, Loafing about in the hills, Getting your grub with a rifle, Taking your drink from rills. Getting your bed from the spruce tree, Taking your course by your dreams,...
In salt flats, idle pools bunching off the ocean, multi-legged crabs, worsted stalks - sea crimson weed weigh the panoply to heighten my deepening fervour.
Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe;...
Who say my hea't ain't true to you? Dey bettah heish dey mouf. I knows I loves you thoo an' thoo In watah time er drouf. I wush dese people 'd stop dey talkin',...
Oh, I am weary, weary, weary Of Pan and oaten quills And little songs that, from the dictionary, Learn lore of streams and hills, Of studied laughter, mocking what is merry, And calculated thrills!...
To sit in silence when we should protest Makes cowards out of men. The human race Has climbed on protest. Had no voice been raised Against injustice, ignorance and lust...
Forth rushed from Envy sprung and Self-conceit, A Power misnamed the spirit of reform, And through the astonished Island swept in storm, Threatening to lay all orders at her feet...
Alas! alas! this wasted Night With all its Jasmin-scented air, Its thousand stars, serenely bright! I lie alone, and long for you, Long for your Champa-scented hair, Your tranquil eyes of twilight hue;...
When the evening came my love said to me: Let us go into the garden now that the sky is cool; The garden of black hellebore and rosemary, Where wild woodruff spills in a milky pool. ...
The following "Prothalamion" was recently discovered among some other rubbish in Pope's Villa at Twickenham. It was written on the backs of old envelopes, and has evidently not received the master's last touches. Some of the...
IN HONOUR OF THE DOUBLE MARRIAGE OF THE TWO HONORABLE AND VERTUOUS LADIES, THE LADIE ELIZABETH, AND THE LADIE KATHERINE SOMERSET, DAUGHTERS TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE THE EARLE OF WORCESTER, AND ESPOUSED TO THE TWO WORTHIE GENTLEME...
Whether it be that we in letters trace The pure exactness of a wood bird's strain, And name it song; or with the brush attain The high perfection of a wildflower's face;...