The Ship of Death (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead, 'Tis time the people passed a law ...
The Doorkeepers of Zion, They do not always stand In helmet and whole armour, With halberds in their hand; But, ...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid-- Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt ...
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless ...
I Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
Full of rebellion, I would die, Or fight, or travel, or deny That thou has aught to do with me. ...
JOHN courts Perrette; but all in vain; Love's sweetest oaths, and tears, and sighs All potent spells her heart to ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
THE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid, In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid; The fertile subject never will ...
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
La voyageuse qui traverse les Halles à la tombée de l'été Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait ...
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 ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
1 Against the stone breakwater, Only an ominous lapping, While the wind whines overhead, Coming down from the mountain, Whistling ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
SAFE where I cannot die yet, Safe where I hope to lie too, Safe from the fume and the fret; ...
(1) The day she visited the dissecting room They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey, Already half ...
Somewhere, suspended in facetless space, the vine is spiralling, shown in the distance, with loosened hair: the farther the eye ...
The paddocks shave black with a foam of smoke that stays, welling out of red-black wounds. In the white of ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
XLI I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
When you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of ...
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