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Alfred Joyce Kilmer's Poetry, by first line

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  • Kings
    The Kings of the earth are men of might,
    And cities are burned for their delight,
    8 lines
  • The Twelve-Forty-Five
    Within the Jersey City shed
    The engine coughs and shakes its head,
    88 lines
  • Stars
    Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air,
    Are you errant strands of Lady Mary's hair?
    17 lines
  • Wealth
    From what old ballad, or from what rich frame
    Did you descend to glorify the earth?
    12 lines
  • The Apartment House
    Severe against the pleasant arc of sky
    The great stone box is cruelly displayed.
    14 lines
  • St. Laurence
    Within the broken Vatican
    The murdered Pope is lying dead.
    20 lines
  • The Rosary
    Not on the lute, nor harp of many strings
    Shall all men praise the Master of all song.
    15 lines
  • Trees
    I think that I shall never see
    A poem as lovely as a tree.
    12 lines, 11 comments
  • Easter Week
    "Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
    It's with O'Leary in the grave."
    36 lines, 1 comment
  • Apology
    For blows on the fort of evil
    That never shows a breach,
    40 lines
  • In Memory
    I
    Serene and beautiful and very wise,
    45 lines
  • Houses
    When you shall die and to the sky
    Serenely, delicately go,
    32 lines
  • Roofs
    The road is wide and the stars are out
    and the breath of the night is sweet,
    21 lines
  • The Thorn
    The garden of God is a radiant place,
    And every flower has a holy face:
    12 lines
  • The Big Top
    The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart
    And I like the smell of the trampled grass and elephants and hay.
    32 lines
  • Queen Elizabeth Speaks
    My hands were stained with blood, my heart was proud and cold,
    My soul is black with shame . . . but I gave Shakespeare gold.
    4 lines
  • The New School
    The halls that were loud with the merry tread of young and careless feet
    Are still with a stillness that is too drear to seem like holiday,
    27 lines
  • The Visitation
    There is a wall of flesh before the eyes
    Of John, who yet perceives and hails his King.
    14 lines
  • Multiplication
    I take my leave, with sorrow, of Him I love so well;
    I look my last upon His small and radiant prison-cell;
    16 lines
  • Thanksgiving
    The roar of the world is in my ears.
    Thank God for the roar of the world!
    8 lines
  • The Singing Girl
    There was a little maiden
    In blue and silver drest,
    16 lines
  • The Annunciation
    "Hail Mary, full of grace," the Angel saith.
    Our Lady bows her head, and is ashamed;
    14 lines
  • The Proud Poet
    One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed,
    His eyes were full of laughter for his heart was full of crime.
    41 lines
  • Lionel Johnson
    There was a murkier tinge in London's air
    As if the honest fog blushed black for shame.
    14 lines
  • Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J.
    Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously,
    And match and blend thy words with curious art?
    14 lines
  • Memorial Day
    The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
    But not of war it sings today.
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Rouge Bouquet
    In a wood they call Rouge Bouquet
    There is a new-made grave today,
    54 lines, 1 comment
  • Waverley
    1814-1914
    When, on a novel's newly printed page
    15 lines
  • Alarm Clocks
    When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm
    Across green fields and yellow hills of hay
    14 lines
  • As Winds That Blow Against A Star
    (For Aline)
    Now by what whim of wanton chance
    13 lines
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