Silas Weir Mitchell
Poems (6)
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A Decanter of Madeira, Aged 86, to George Bancroft, Aged 86, Greeting
Good master, you and I were born / In “Teacup days” of hoop and hood, … -
Idleness
There is no dearer lover of lost hours / Than I. … -
Of One Who Seemed to Have Failed
Death ’s but one more to-morrow. Thou art gray / With many a death of many a yesterday. … -
On a Boy's First Reading of "King Henry V"
When youth was lord of my unchallenged fate, / And time seemed but the vassal of my will, … -
The Quaker Graveyard
Four straight brick walls, severely plain, / A quiet city square surround; … -
To a Magnolia Flower in the Garden of the Armenian Convent at Venice
I saw thy beauty in its high estate / Of perfect empire, where at set of sun …