Death Of A Naturalist (Seamus Heaney Poem)
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted ...
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted ...
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of ...
The beach different not coarse sand of rocky outcroppings smooth stones glistening at the water's edge Polished smooth contours not ...
grit, coarse, slide under foot wet weight, dry blowing on breezes the edge of the tide October 28, 2009 and ...
A grandfather's perspective, worthy of reflection the world, so coarse, so raw, so dangerous So much more, human made hazards ...
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
Touching your cool Bronze skin Coursing my fingers Like a reader of Braille, Silently in the dark In our sanctuary ...
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls, These watch the sacred lamp, these watch and pray: And it is one ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
It was a brave day under an endlessly clear sky that extended forever from our valley to the unfathomably distant ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Thousands of light flakes of crushed gold for its blossoms, Trimmed jade for ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
Through that window-all else being extinct Except itself and me-I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room ...
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