L’Envoi: Brussels, Hotel Du Midi (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
IT'S copied out at last: very poor stuff Writ in the cold, with pauses of the cramp. Direct, dear William, ...
IT'S copied out at last: very poor stuff Writ in the cold, with pauses of the cramp. Direct, dear William, ...
519'Twas warm - at first - like Us -Until there crept uponA Chill - like frost upon a Glass -Till ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
The secrets of the mind convene splendidly, Though the mind is meek. To be aware inwardly of brain and beauty ...
And your sunny years with a gracious wife Have brought you a daughter dear. "I watched her to-day; a more ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
'Twas warm -- at first -- like Us -- Until there crept upon A Chill -- like frost upon a ...
This morning, coffee in hand, standing at the kitchen window thinking of things that need to be done I contemplated ...
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: "Chinaski, you got a following in Denver..." ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm ...
I Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red ...
O what has made that sudden noise? What on the threshold stands? It never crossed the sea because John Bull ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
The wonderful formation of man. 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came, A work of such a curious frame ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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