The Condemned (C. S. Lewis Poem)
There is a wildness still in England that will not feed In cages; it shrinks away from the touch of ...
There is a wildness still in England that will not feed In cages; it shrinks away from the touch of ...
Before I am completely shriven I shall reject my inch of heaven. Cancel my eyes, and, standing, sink Into my ...
There was Rundle, Station Master, An' Beazeley of the Rail, An' 'Ackman, Commissariat, An' Donkin' o' the Jail; An' Blake, ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
I now delight In spite Of the might And the right Of classic tradition, In writing And reciting Straight ahead, ...
Now I'll record my secret vision, impossible sight of the face of God: It was no dream, I lay broad ...
1 Ye Mariners of England 2 That guard our native seas, 3 Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, 4 ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
To think that Spinoza died polishing eyeglasses. That Blake got tired at a printer's shop waiting for that day's conversation ...
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart. ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
When Klopstock England defied, Uprose William Blake in his pride; For old Nobodaddy aloft . . . and belch'd and ...
Nothing is given which is not taken. Little or nothing is taken which is not freely desired, freely, truly and ...
Two, of course there are two. It seems perfectly natural now-- The one who never looks up, whose eyes are ...
He came from "further out", That land of fear and drought And dust and gravel. He got a touch of ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
On the Victory Obtained by Blake over the Spaniards in the Bay of Santa Cruz, in the Island of Tenerife, ...
Eighty-one degrees a record high for the day which is not my birthday but will do until the eleventh of ...
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