A Visit From Wisdom (Khalil Gibran Poems)
In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stoodBy my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender motherAnd wiped ...
In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stoodBy my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender motherAnd wiped ...
They spoke of Progress spiring round,Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward--It is not true to say I frowned,Or ran about ...
I know not how the right may be:-- But I give thanks whene'er I see Down in the green slopes of the ...
One chemical afternoon in mid-autumn,When the grand mechanics of earth and sky were near;Even the leaves of the locust were ...
Little by little groping through All nature's arteries and veins,Our varied musings lead us to Some general law, that all contains.Through fictions ...
Out of the simpleinto the manifoldcomposed of the simplethrough the simplededuced from the simpleleading to the manifoldsimpleagain leading onwardto new ...
"1.WARMING UP THE BOXdelivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing only the words DEATH CITY - ...
Part IVisions in the SmokeRest, and be thankful! On the verge Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,But whose granite ...
TRADES and Professions--these are themes the Muse,Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;But to our Borough they in truth ...
These are monarchs none respect,Heroes, yet an humbled crew,Nobles, whom the crowd correct,Wealthy men, whom duns pursue;Beauties shrinking from the ...
What, have I waked again? I never thoughtTo see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey, Dull, solemn stillness, ere ...
On the hill they are crowding together, In the stand they are crushing for room, Like midge-flies they swarm on ...
B. SMITH would most undoubtedly be very, very crossIf some rude person called him Jap, and yet, I'm at a ...
I. ALL love-adepts, all faithful hearts who wear In Love's sweet prime-his hour of blossoming- The full, harmonious colours of ...
Almighty God! Supreme! Most High! Before Thy throne, in reverence, we kneel;We cannot realize Thine infinity; Beholding not, we can ...
I keep my answers small and keep them near; Big questions bruised my mind but still I let Small answers ...
It was a great day, it was a lousy day to be in the academy She snarled, they barked at ...
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
Diplomacy is the art of letting someone else get your way. Life is not no much a matter of position ...
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