I think I'll do a fearful deed I, who all my life had hurried, I will arise and go now, and go I will confront Death smiling, I will lift up mine eyes unto Idle to grieve when the stars If grief should come to me If I have faltered more or less I'm nobody! Who are you? In men whom men condemn as In the darkening church In the late evening, when the In this imperfect, gloomy scene Into the loud surf, Into the woods my Master In Xanadu did Kubla Khan I'se de niggah, I'se de niggah; My own hope is, a sun will My soul is an enchanted boat, Now all the truth is out, Now, think you, Life, I am de- O come, let us sing unto the O happy living things! no O joy of suffering! O my Luve's like a red, red rose O soft embalmer of the still .. O the joy of my spirit! it Of all of the gruesome attempts Of every step I took in pain Coventry Patmore 214 Emily Dickinson 330 10 Oft on a Plat of rising ground, the spirit, Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, Oh, the wild joys of living! Old cypresses On a Poet's lips I slept On opal Aprilian mornings like On the day when I stopped One word is too often pro- Out from the whirl of factional Out of my sorrow Out of the Eden of my love, Out of the night that covers me, Out-worn Heart, in a time out- Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune Passage to India! |