Poetic Openings : Edith Wharton to Edith Wharton

Poet : Edith Wharton : Poem : La Vierge Au Donateur : First Line : Here by the ample river’s argent sweep,
Poet : Edith Wharton : Poem : Life : First Line : Nay, lift me to thy lips, Life, and once more
Poet : Edith Wharton : Poem : Margaret Of Cortona : First Line : Fra Paolo, since they say the end is near,
Poet : Edith Wharton : Poem : Mona Lisa : First Line : Yon strange blue city crowns a scarped steep
Poet : Edith Wharton : Poem : Moonrise Over Tyringham : First Line : Now the high holocaust of hours is done,

Poet : Edith Wharton : Poem : Non Dolet! : First Line : Age after age the fruit of knowledge falls
Poet : Edith Wharton : Poem : Orpheus : First Line : Love will make men dare to die for their beloved. . . Of this
Poet : Edith Wharton : Poem : Survival : First Line : When you and I, like all things kind or cruel,
Poet : Edith Wharton : Poem : The Eumenides : First Line : Think you we slept within the Delphic bower,
Poet : Edith Wharton : Poem : The Mortal Lease : First Line : I

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