My New-Cut Ashler (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
My New-Cut ashlar takes the light Where crimson-blank the windows flare. By my own work before the night, Great Overseer, ...
My New-Cut ashlar takes the light Where crimson-blank the windows flare. By my own work before the night, Great Overseer, ...
The strength of twice three thousand horse That seeks the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The ...
1892 "And there is a Japanese idol at Kamakura" Oye who treated the Narrow Way By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day, ...
Thirty today, I saw The trees flare briefly like The candles upon a cake As the sun went down the ...
Thirty today, I saw The trees flare briefly like The candles on a cake, As the sun went down the ...
for Hank and Nancy Seven thousand acres of grass have faded yellow from his cough. These limp days, his anger, ...
Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
Russia and America circle each other; Threats nudge an act that were without doubt A melting of the mould in ...
THE bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like ...
Pining for peanuts praying for the nuts begging for them a gray squirrel by our porch pitch a peanut, watch ...
I saw her for a split second driving down Canal toward home off to the left almost over my shoulder ...
I love the hour that comes, with dusky hair And dewy feet, along the Alpine dells To lead the cattle ...
All night long, by a distant bell, The passing hours were notched On the dark, while her breathing rose and ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new: a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weed inside ...
Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon, mention it in general to the moon on the ...
I. Dear, had the world in its caprice Deigned to proclaim ``I know you both, ``Have recognized your plighted troth, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
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