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by Lucretius

Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 05 - Cerberus And Furies, And That Lack Of Light

Tartarus, out-belching from his mouth the surge
Of horrible heat- the which are nowhere, nor
Indeed can be: but in this life is fear
Of retributions just and expiations
For...

15 Apr

by Robert Crawford

The Glove Of The Live Lady

Her glove! It was rare Ben who sung it,
That best of gloves of the lady dead!
Another's here, as one had flung it
In anger at her lover's head.
...

15 Apr

by D A Levy

To Jim Lowel's Goldfish

there is little or nothing
of the minds nightwork
so there is pretending & amusement
a goldfish in a toilet bowl
a piece of the captured sun
the heart of...

05 Feb

by Vachel Lindsay

Davy Jones' Door-Bell

A Chant for Boys with Manly Voices
(Every line sung one step deeper than the line preceding)

Any sky-bird sings,
Ring, ring!
Any church-chime rings,
Dong ding!
Any cannon says,
...

05 Feb

by Elliott Blaine Henderson

Uncle Esau's Courtin'.

TO P. W. CHAVERS, Columbus, O.

Whut's dat chile, whut's dat yo' ax me?
Tell yo' how I ustah court?
Well sah, ha! ha! dat doan' beet me,
Yo' wan'...

05 Feb

by Evgeny Abramovich Baratynsky

Thoughts And More Thoughts!...

Just thought and thought! Poor artist of the word!
High priest of thought! You cannot flee;
The word holds all: the world and man,
Death, life, and ever-unveiled truth.
Brush,...

05 Feb

by Capel Lofft

Ernest: The Rule Of Right - Book X

BOOK 10
Religion, they who deem thee God's own grace
Hallowing Man to holy happiness,
Deem thee aright: thou art indeed no less.
For like the earth he lives on,...

05 Feb

by Elizabeth Bentley

On The Death Of The Rev. Mr. Peele

Let Fame her trophies to Ambition raise,
Of monumental and historic praise;
Truth shall forbid the memory of the just,
To sink unnotic'd in the silent dust,
Whose spirit summon'd...

08 Jan

by Sarah Orne Jewett

The Widow's House

What of this house with massive walls
And small-paned windows, gay with blooms?
A quaint and ancient aspect falls
Like pallid sunshine through the rooms.

Not this new country's rush...

07 Jan

by Samuel Griswold Goodrich

The Teacher's Lesson

I saw a child some four years old,
Along a meadow stray;
Alone she went--unchecked--untold--
Her home not far away.

She gazed around on earth and sky--
Now paused, and...

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