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Death, thou’rt a cordial old and r… Look how compounded, with what car… Time got his wrinkles reaping thee Sweet herbs from all antiquity. David to thy distillage went,
Joust First. Bright shone the lists, blue bent… And the knights still hurried amai… To the tournament under the ladies… Where the jousters were Heart and…
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds s… The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and Harry the four-year… Big Charley, Nimblewits, and I,
O marriage-bells, your clamor tell… Two weddings in one breath. SHE marries whom her love compels… —And I wed Goodman Death! My brain is blank, my tears are re…
The Centennial Meditation of Col… [Musical Annotations, in angled b… [Full chorus: sober, measured and… From this hundred-terraced height, Sight more large with nobler light
From the German of Herder. All faintly through my soul to-day… As from a bell that far away Is tinkled by some frolic fay, Floateth a lovely chiming.
Frowning, the owl in the oak compl… Sore, that the song of the robin r… Wrongly of slumber, rudely of rest… “From the north, from the east, fr… Woodland, wheat-field, corn-field,…
Dear Mother-Earth Of Titan birth, Yon hills are your large breasts,… Have climbed to their top-nipples,… To drink my mother’s-milk so near…
Oft as I hear thee, wrapt in heav… The massive message of Beethoven… With thy ten fingers to the people… As if ten tongues told news of hea… Gazing on thee, I mark that not a…
In my sleep I was fain of their f… Of the live-oak, the marsh, and th… The little green leaves would not… Up-breathed from the marshes, a me… Interwoven with waftures of wild s…
Through all that year-scarred agon… Unblest of bough or bloom, to wher… His wandy circlet with his bladed… Dividing every wind, or loud or li… To termless hymns of love and old…
Well: Death is a huge omnivorous… Grim squatting on a twilight road. He catcheth all that Circumstance Hath tossed to him. He curseth all who upward glance
He’s fast asleep. See how, O Wi… Night’s finger on the lip of life Bids whist the tongue, so prattle-… Of busy Baby Charley. One arm stretched backward round h…
Swift, through some trap mine eyes… Dim-panelled in the painted scene… Thou, giant Harlequin of Dreams,… Upon my spirit’s stage. Then Sig… Then Space and Time, then Langua…
A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal fros… Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance l… High passion throbbing in a sphere That Art hath wrought of diamond…