Arms and the Boy Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood； Blue with all malice, like a madman's ...
Parable of the Old Men and the Young So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both ...
Mental Cases Who are these？ Why sit they here in twilight？ Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish...
The Show My soul looked down from a vague height with Death, As unremembering how I rose or why, And saw a sad land, weak with sweats of dearth, Gray,...
Apologia pro Poemate Meo I, too, saw God through mud —— The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to the...
Greater Love Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer Seems shame to their love pure. O L...
XXX ``Blest and thrice blest the Roman Who sees Rome's brightest day, Who sees that long victorious pomp Wind down the Sacred Way, And through the...
XXIX ``Hurrah！ for Manius Curius, The bravest son of Rome, Thrice in utmost need sent forth, Thrice drawn in triumph home. Weave, weave, for Manius Cu...
XXVIII ``Hurrah！ for the great triumph That stretches many a mile. Hurrah！ for the rich dye of Tyre, And the fine web of Nile, The helmets gay with pl...
XXVII ``Hurrah！ for the great triumph That stretches many a mile. Hurrah！ for the wan captives That pass in endless file. Ho！ bold Epirotes, whither H...