Renascence and Other Poems

Titel: Renascence and Other Poems

von Scott Hemphill, L. M. Montgomery, L. Frank Baum, John Milton, René Descartes, Baroness Emmuska Orczy Orczy, Karl Marx, Friedrich Engels, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Unknown, Norman F. Joly, Norman Coombs, David Slowinski, Mark Twain, Henry David Thoreau, Stephen Crane, John Goodwin, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Winn Schwartau, Odd De Presno, Sir Walter Scott, Jules Verne, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, United States. Central Intelligence Agency, United States, Canada, Willa Sibert Cather, Anthony Hope, Edwin Abbott Abbott, Charles Dickens, Frederick Douglass, William Shakespeare, Bruce Sterling, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Jane Austen, Thomas Hardy, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Edna St. Vincent Millay

ISBN 978-3-7429-0105-7

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Renascence and Other Poems

by

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Contents:

Renascence All I could see from where I stood

Interim The room is full of you!—As I came in

The Suicide "Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!

God's World O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!

Afternoon on a Hill I will be the gladdest thing

Sorrow Sorrow like a ceaseless rain

Tavern I'll keep a little tavern

Ashes of Life Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;

The Little Ghost I knew her for a little ghost

Kin to Sorrow Am I kin to Sorrow,

Three Songs of Shattering

I The first rose on my rose-tree

II Let the little birds sing;

III All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree!

The Shroud Death, I say, my heart is bowed

The Dream Love, if I weep it will not matter,

Indifference I said,—for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,—

Witch-Wife She is neither pink nor pale,

Blight Hard seeds of hate I planted

When the Year Grows Old I cannot but remember

Sonnets

I Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no,

II Time does not bring relief; you all have lied

III Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring,

IV Not in this chamber only at my birth—

V If I should learn, in some quite casual way,

VI Bluebeard This door you might not open, and you did;