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| Search results for: p | Found 8786 Poems |
| 8611. | Heart of Copper by Edward Dorn | | The Candidate, answering a question
about El Salvador, generalized
by saying he thought
we should support human rights
everywhere they were being ... |
| 8612. | LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by Edwin Markham | | WHEN the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour
Greatening and darkening as it hurried on,
She left the Heaven of Heroes and came down
To make a man... |
| 8613. | A Proud Lady by Elinor Wylie | | Hate in the world's hand
Can carve and set its seal
Like the strong blast of sand
Which cuts into steel.
I have seen how the finger of hate
... |
| 8614. | Escape by Elinor Wylie | | When foxes eat the last gold grape,
And the last white antelope is killed,
I shall stop fighting and escape
Into a little house I'll build.
B... |
| 8615. | Les Lauriers Sont Coupée by Elinor Wylie | | Ah, love, within the shadow of the wood
The laurels are cut down; some other brows
May bear the classic wreath which Fame allows
And find the bu... |
| 8616. | Now let no charitable hope by Elinor Wylie | | Now let no charitable hope
Confuse my mind with images
Of eagle and of antelope:
I am by nature none of these.
I was, being human, born alon... |
| 8617. | Ophelia by Elinor Wylie | | My locks are shorn for sorrow
Of love which may not be;
Tomorrow and tomorrow
Are plotting cruelty.
The winter wind tangles
These ringlets ... |
| 8618. | Phases of the Moon by Elinor Wylie | | Once upon a time I heard
That the flying moon was a Phoenix bird;
Thus she sails through windy skies,
Thus in the willow's arms she lies;
Turn... |
| 8619. | Poor Earth by Elinor Wylie | | It is not heaven: bitter seed
Leavens its entrails with despair
It is a star where dragons breed:
Devils have a footing there.
The sky has be... |
| 8620. | Pretty Words by Elinor Wylie | | Poets make pets of pretty, docile words:
I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish
Which circle slowly with a silken swish,
And tender ones, li... |
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