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Hace 1 día · Emily Dickinson (2414 poems) 2. Madison Julius Cawein (1231 poems) 3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1136 poems) 4. William Wordsworth (1016 poems) 5. Robert Burns (986 poems) 6. Edgar Albert Guest (945 poems) 7. Thomas Moore (849 poems) 8. Robert Service (831 poems)
Hace 5 días · I have done it, while you were asleep--you were only made for the day. I have gather'd my baby together --and now you may go your way. VI. Nay--for it's kind of you, Madam, to sit by an old dying wife. But say nothing hard of my boy, I have only an hour of life. I kiss'd my boy in the prison, before he went out to die.
Hace 4 días · Geraint And Enid. O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour. Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves, By taking true for false, or false for true; Here, through the feeble twilight of this world. Groping, how many, until we pass and reach. That other, where we see as we are seen!
Hace 5 días · Red of the Dawn! Screams of a babe in the red-hot palms of a Moloch of Tyre, Man with his brotherless dinner on man in the tropical wood, Priests in the name of the Lord passing souls through fire to the fire, Head -hunters and boats of Dahomey that float upon human blood! Red of the Dawn! Godless fury of peoples, and Christless frolic of kings,
Hace 3 días · He was a friend to me. Old year, you shall not die; We did so laugh and cry with you, I've half a mind to die with you, Old year, if you must die. He was full of joke and jest, But all his merry quips are o'er. To see him die across the waste. His son and heir doth ride post-haste,
Hace 1 día · Sweet And Low. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Hace 4 días · The peaky islet shifted shapes, High towns on hills were dimly seen, We past long lines of Northern capes. And dewy Northern meadows green. We came to warmer waves, and deep. Across the boundless east we drove, Where those long swells of breaker sweep. The nutmeg rocks and isles clove. VI.
