THE DANCE OF DEATH. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night, On the tombs that lie scatter'd below: The moon fills ...
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night, On the tombs that lie scatter'd below: The moon fills ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Around the days of our lives dancing with God simple, loving, cares somehow easier surrendering to his lead giving up ...
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
A cluster of assorted bicycles Strewn in a yard yesterday afternoon Trigger of a memory, a moment A time in ...
Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and ...
Two pitchers, two bowls Two pair of hands of the pastor and the proconsul Metaphorical markers of a life well ...
Listening to the timpani the rhythm of the rain the rap, the tap, the ratta-tat-tat, the staccato of the drumming ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, We stopped by a mountain pasture to say 'Whose ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
HAD I the wyte, had I the wyte, Had I the wyte? she bade me; She watch'd me by the ...
AULD NEIBOUR,I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor, For your auld-farrant, frien'ly letter; Tho' I maun say't I doubt ye ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel', Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
ALTHO' my back be at the wa', And tho' he be the fautor; Altho' my back be at the wa', ...
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
THOU'S 1 welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me, If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mamie, Shall ever daunton me or ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
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