Ah, that Time could touch a form That could show what Homer’s age Bred to be a hero’s wage. ‘Were not all her life but storm, Would not painters paint a form Of such noble lines,’ I said, ‘Such a delicate high head, All that sternness amid charm, All that sweetness amid strength?’ Ah, but peace that comes at length, …
Beginning my studies the first step pleas’d me so much, The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion, The least insect or animal, the senses, eyesight, love, The first step I say awed me and pleas’d me so much, I have hardly gone and hardly wish’d to go any farther, But stop and loiter all the time to …
Let others make the songs of loveFor our young struggling nation;But I will sing while e’er I liveThe Songs of Irrigation;For while the white man shall begetThe white man’s son and daughter,The two most precious things for us Shall still be wheat and water. We’ve been drought-ruined in the West, And ever in my dreaming I see wide miles of …
A poem written by Hannah Cook.
“The Raven” is a narrative poem by American writer Edgar Allan Poe. First published in January 1845, the poem is often noted for its musicality, stylized language, and supernatural atmosphere.
A poem written by Hannah Cook.
Ballade Of The Oldest Duel In The WorldBy Richard Le Gallienne A battered swordsman, slashed and scarred, I scarce had thought to fight again, But love of the old game dies hard, So to’t, my lady, if you’re fain! I’m scarce the mettle to refrain, I’ll ask no quarter from your art – But what if we should both be …