Queens (John Millington Synge Poems)
Seven dog-days we let pass Naming Queens in Glenmacnass, All the rare and royal names Wormy sheepskin yet retains, Etain, Helen, Maeve, and Fand, Golden ...
Seven dog-days we let pass Naming Queens in Glenmacnass, All the rare and royal names Wormy sheepskin yet retains, Etain, Helen, Maeve, and Fand, Golden ...
When summer's languor drugs my veinsAnd fills with sleep the droning times,Like sluggish dreams among my brains,There runs the drollest ...
Part 1. St. Mark's hushed abbey heardThrough prayers a roar and din;A brawling voice did shout, "Knave shaveling, let me ...
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,Are they who point our pathway and sustain.They rarely meet; one soars, one ...
FROM the squat tavern laughing to the eastHe turned; within the murmuring babbleceas'd;And red wine split on scattered roses thereExhaled ...
Once again within the city, 'mid its multitudinous din, Stand I, while, as sinks a leaf when left by the ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York Sun.His ...
not Angles merely but of angel stock,These boys blue-eyed and shining from the sea,Which like a silver girdle belts their ...
There's a looper caterpillar in my lupins, There are weevils weaving strands about my stocks,There are throngs of thieving thripsOn ...
an evening sitting under the eaves of the pinesat night sleeping in ...
OUT of the dead cathedral, where dead saintsMark for untold contempt worn, sorry talesMumbled by fatted priests, whose boast be--wailsEarth, ...
Razors pain you;Rivers are damp;Acids stain you;And drugs cause cramp.Guns aren't lawful;Nooses give;Gas smells awful;You might as well live.(Dorothy Parker)
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
We didn't really know; but they called it a horse needle the day the state police came to tell us, ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom For trying to change the system from within I'm coming now, I'm ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
"Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you." -critic Harold Bloom, who first called slam ...
"Ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars; see that ye not be troubles; all these things must come ...
Give me life at its most garish Friday night in the Square, pink sequins dazzle And dance on clubbers bare ...
Whom does this stately Navy bring? O! 'tis Great Britain's Glorious King, Convey him then, ye Winds and Seas, Swift ...
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