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Could I—then—shut the door
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— …
Read Poem »On Fame
Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy To …
Read Poem »The Harlot’s House
We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down …
Read Poem »Ode To Wine
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine …
Read Poem »A Star in a Stoneboat
For Lincoln MacVeagh
Read Poem »Could I but ride indefinite
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow …
Read Poem »On Death
1. Can death be sleep, when life is but a …
Read Poem »The Grave Of Shelley
Like burnt-out torches by a sick man’s bed Gaunt cypress-trees …
Read Poem »Ode To Tomatoes
The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved …
Read Poem »A Soldier
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, That …
Read Poem »Conscious am I in my Chamber
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless …
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