A Dream Pang (Robert Frost Poem)
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway; And to the forest ...
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway; And to the forest ...
There was a road that leads him to go to find a certain time where he sits. Smokes quietly in ...
There was a road that leads him to go to find a certain time where he sits. Smokes quietly in ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
To slip into your shadow under cover of night. To follow your footsteps, your shadow at the window. That shadow ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
All the trees are sleeping, all the winds are still, All the flocks of fleecy clouds have wandered past the ...
I am the mother of sorrows, I am the ender of grief; I am the bud and the blossom, I ...
Awakening in the twenty four hour embrace of a few moments sleep, where half a lifetime eludes dreams; and feeling ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
On an ebony bed decorated with coral eagles, sound asleep lies Nero -- unconscious, quiet, and blissful; thriving in the ...
(Hebrews, iv.2) Israel in ancient days Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn'd the Gospel ...
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon ...
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
she is so intense in her fear: her nostrils quiver at the scent of society's danger; caught in the glare ...
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a ...
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