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| 3932. | Poor Devil! by Stephen Vincent Benet | | Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk,
The tiresome noises, all the common things
I loved once, crushed me with an iron yoke.
I longed for t... |
| 3933. | Portrait of a Baby by Stephen Vincent Benet | | He lay within a warm, soft world
Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled,
Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red,
Wave upon wave that broke and whirled
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| 3934. | Portrait of a Boy by Stephen Vincent Benet | | After the whipping he crawled into bed,
Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping.
How funny uncle's hat had looked striped red!
He chuckle... |
| 3935. | The Breaking Point by Stephen Vincent Benet | | It was not when temptation came,
Swiftly and blastingly as flame,
And seared me white with burning scars;
When I stood up for age-long wars
An... |
| 3936. | The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun by Stephen Vincent Benet | | "Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never make his way."
Letter of George Keats, 18-- ... |
| 3937. | The General Public by Stephen Vincent Benet | | "Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning.
"Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then,"
The old man said. A dry smile creased his face
With... |
| 3938. | The Hemp by Stephen Vincent Benet | | (A Virginia Legend.)
The Planting of the Hemp.
Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas
(Black is the gap below the plank)
From the Great North... |
| 3939. | The White Peacock by Stephen Vincent Benet | | (France -- Ancient Regime.)
I.
Go away!
Go away; I will not confess to you!
His black biretta clings like a hangman's cap; under his twitch... |
| 3940. | Epitaph For A Romantic Woman by Louise Bogan | | She has attained the permanence
She dreamed of, where old stones lie sunning.
Untended stalks blow over her
Even and swift, like young men runni... |
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