Love Poems – Page 3059
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The Arsenal at Springfield
This is the arsenal. From floor to ceiling, / Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; / But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing … -
The Art of Book-Keeping
How hard, when those who do not wish / To lend, thus lose, their books, / Are snared by anglers—folks that fish … -
The Art of Poetry
A poem, where we all perfections find, / Is not the work of a fantastic mind; / There must be care, and time, and skill, and pains; … -
The Artist
He wrought with patience long and weary years / Upon his masterpiece, entitled “Fate,” / And dreamed sweet dreams, the while his crust he ate, … -
The Ascent of Man
He stood upon the earth, and turned / To gaze on sky and land and sea, / While in his ear the whisper burned, … -
The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 2/Number 1/Beatrice
How was I worthy so divine a loss, / Deepening my midnights, kindling all my morns? / Why waste such precious wood to make my cross, … -
The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 2/Number 1/La Cantatrice
She meets me there, so strangely fair / That my soul aches with a happy pain;— / A pressure, a touch of her true lips, such … -
The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 2/Number 3/Bringing Our Sheaves with Us
The time for toil is past, and night has come,— / The last and saddest of the harvest-eves; / Worn out with labor long and wearisome, … -
The Auctioneer of Parting
The Auctioneer of Parting / His "Going, going, gone" / Shouts even from the Crucifix, … -
The Auld Folks
The Auld folks sit by the fire, / When the winter nichts are chill; / The auld wife she plies her wire, …
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