Tawny are the leaves turned, but they still hold. It is the harvest; what shall this land produce?... A meager hill of kernels, a runnel of juice. Declension looks from our land, it is old.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The horn, the hounds, the lank mares coursing by Under quaint archetypes of chivalry;... And the fox, lovely ritualist, in flight Offering his unearthly ghost to quarry;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Alas, ... For the tireless heart within the little Lady with rod that made them rise From their noon apple-dreams, and scuttle Goose-fashion under the skies!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There was such speed in her little body, And such lightness in her footfall,... It is no wonder her brown study Astonishes us all.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For I could tell you a story which is true; I know a lady with a terrible tongue,... Blear eyes fallen from blue, All her perfections tarnished--and yet it is not long Since she was lovelier than any of you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The curse of hell upon the sleek upstart That got the Captain finally on his back... And took the red red vitals of his heart And made the kites to whet their beaks clack clack.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I would not knock old fellows in the dust But there lay Captain Carpenter on his back... His weapons were the old heart in his bust And a blade shook between rotten teeth alack.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Captain Carpenter rose up in his prime Put on his pistols and went riding out... But had got wellnigh nowhere at that time Till he fell in with ladies in a rout.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A boy not beautiful, nor good, nor clever, A black cloud full of storms too hot for keeping,... A sword beneath his mother's heart-- yet never Woman bewept her babe as this is weeping.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »