To The Memory Of My Beloved, The Author, Mr William Shakespeare, And What He Hath Left Us (Ben Jonson Poem)
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
FLAG of the heroes who left us their glory, Borne through their battle-fields' thunder and flame, Blazoned in song and ...
HE. CANST thou give, oh fair and matchless maiden, 'Neath the shadow of the lindens yonder,-- Where I'd fain one ...
THE soul of man Resembleth water: From heaven it cometh, To heaven it soareth. And then again To earth descendeth, ...
ALL things give token of thee! As soon as the bright sun is shining, Thou too wilt follow, I trust. ...
Each a separate star in the sky, a thread in the tapestry the gifts I feel called to share a ...
Faith was the consideration tangible belief in the unknown the unseen promise, made the covenant the contract, the bargain, between ...
Across the room under sticky, greasy, fresh fingerprints, the static-held dust, a constellation of stars little white lights of the ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart -- That sat it down to rest -- Nor noticed that ...
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of ...
Chorus.-Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest ...
IN this strange land, this uncouth clime, A land unknown to prose or rhyme; Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's ...
This present tragedy will eventually turn into myth, and in the mist of that later telling the bell tolling now ...
Teeth of flowers, hairnet of dew, hands of herbs, you, perfect wet nurse, prepare the earthly sheets for me and ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes? We are not of one mind. Are not like birds in ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
Each strips his own skin Each bares his own constellation Which has never seen the night Each fills his skin ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Onion, luminous flask, your beauty formed petal by petal, crystal scales expanded you and in the secrecy of the dark ...
When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker round me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the ...
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