A Memory (Rupert Brooke Poem)
(From a sonnet-sequence) Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept Softly along the dim way to your room, And ...
(From a sonnet-sequence) Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept Softly along the dim way to your room, And ...
Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Where that comes in that shall not go again; Love ...
(Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.) What light of unremembered skies Hast ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
When I see you, who were so wise and cool, Gazing with silly sickness on that fool You've given your ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep The keys of all the doors of sleep, To me when my tired ...
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath'd with mine alone, That Destiny's relentless knife At once must ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstill horrible Henry, foaming. Fan their way toward him who will in the ...
To gaze at a river made of time and water And remember Time is another river. To know we stray ...
THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
cry your dreams child, cry silent your screams as still again, those masters of war face our souls and try ...
sail on, when the sun is gone when the wind rises off a river slow when you hear no more ...
lost in a mirror star dreams on a night stage. before broken songs i just continue to dance while my ...
i walk the dream where the street breathes in the shadow of moon-light, the lovers night. oh, sweet love long ...
on years, on the dance of whispers. where have we gone when the merry pranksters painted the soul of a ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
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