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Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Dave Lilly

Dave Lilly
There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout,
But there's nothing there now but minnows; they say it is all fished out.
I f…

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Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Easter

Easter
The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.

131
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Alarm Clocks

Alarm Clocks
When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm
Across green fields and yellow hills of hay
The little twittering birds laugh in his way
And poise…

182
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

Ballade of my Lady's Beauty

Ballade of my Lady's Beauty
Squire Adam had two wives, they say,
Two wives had he, for his delight,
He kissed and clypt them all the day
And clypt and ki…

109
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges

To a Cat

To a Cat
Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.
By t…

697
Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer

But, of your courtesy, Monsignore,

But, of your courtesy, Monsignore,
Do me this favour:
When you this morning make your way
To the Ivory Throne that bursts into bloom with roses
because o…

155
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges

Susana Soca

Susana Soca
With lingering love she gazed at the dispersed
Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly
To lose herself in the complex melody
Or in the cunous …

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Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges

The Art of Poetry

The Art of Poetry
To gaze at a river made of time and water
And remember Time is another river.
To know we stray like a river
and our faces vanish like w…

861
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges

Limits

Limits
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset,
There must be one (which, I am not sure)
That I by now have walked for the last time
Without guessi…

772
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges

Remorse For Any Death

Remorse For Any Death
Free of memory and of hope,
limitless, abstract, almost future,
the dead man is not a dead man: he is death.
Like the God of the my…

802
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges

History of the Night

History of the Night
Throughout the course of th generations
men constructed the night.
At first she was blindness;
thorns raking bare feet,
fear o…

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Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges

El Instante

El Instante
Dónde estarán los siglos, dónde el sueño
de espadas que los tártaros soñaron,
dónde los fuertes muros que allanaron,
dónde el Árbol de Adán y…

807
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges

Adam Cast Forth

Adam Cast Forth
Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream?
Amid the fleeting light, I have slowed myself and queried,
Almost for consolation, if the bygone …

835
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges

Art of Poetry, The

Art of Poetry, The
To gaze at a river made of time and water
And remember Time is another river.
To know we stray like a river
and our faces vanish like …

985
Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swift

Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift, D.S.P.D.

Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift, D.S.P.D.

As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew
From Nature, I believe 'em true:
They argue no corrupted mind
In him; t…

323
Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swift

Toland’s Invitation To Dismal To Dine With The Calve’s Head Club

Toland’s Invitation To Dismal To Dine With The Calve’s Head Club

If, dearest Dismal, you for once can dine
Upon a single dish, and tavern wine,
Toland to…

215
Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swift

To Stella, Who Collected and Transcribed His Poems

To Stella, Who Collected and Transcribed His Poems

As, when a lofty pile is raised,
We never hear the workmen praised,
Who bring the lime, or place the s…

308
Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swift

To Stella On Her Birth-Day, 1721-2

To Stella On Her Birth-Day, 1721-2

While, Stella, to your lasting praise
The Muse her annual tribute pays,
While I assign myself a task
Which you e…

233
Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swift

To Lady Carteret

To Lady Carteret

FROM India's burning clime I'm brought,
With cooling gales like zephyrs fraught.
Not Iris, when she paints the sky,
Can show more …

184
Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swift

The Virtues Of Sid Hamet The Magician’s Rod

The Virtues Of Sid Hamet The Magician’s Rod

The rod was but a harmless wand,
While Moses held it in his hand;
But, soon as e'er he laid it down,
Tw…

307
Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swift

The Progress Of Marriage

The Progress Of Marriage

Aetatis suae fifty-two,
A rich Divine began to woo
A handsome young imperious girl,
Nearly related to an Earl.
Her p…

226
Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swift

The Revolution At Market-Hill

The Revolution At Market-Hill

From distant regions Fortune sends
An odd triumvirate of friends;
Where Phoebus pays a scanty stipend,
Where never ye…

223
Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swift

The Lady's Dressing Room

The Lady's Dressing Room

By haughty Celia spent in dressing;
The goddess from her chamber issues,
Arrayed in lace, brocades, and tissues.
Strephon,…

282
Jonathan Swift
Jonathan Swift

The Grand Question Debated: Whether Hamilton’s Bawn Should Be Turned

The Grand Question Debated: Whether Hamilton’s Bawn Should Be Turned
Into A Barrack Or Malt-House

Thus spoke to my lady the knight full of care,
'Let me …

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