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 ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason. That's why the taste of it drove us from Eden. That ...
'Dockery was junior to you, Wasn't he?' said the Dean. 'His son's here now.' Death-suited, visitant, I nod. 'And do ...
When the kindly hours of darkness, save for light of moon and star, Hide the picture on the signboard over ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
folly cracked the mirror a soul gasping wound voodoo induced vertigo psychedelic blackouts in the cracks between art and blasphemy ...
Welcome dear feast of Lent: who loves not thee, He loves not Temperance, or Authority, But is compos'd of passion. ...
We cannot run on fumes an ember away from the fire needing to be connected to abide in the vine ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
THE FRIEND whom, wild from Wisdom's way, The fumes of wine infuriate send, (Not moony madness more astray) Who but ...
The clouds and the stars didn't wage this war the brooks gave no information if the mountain spewed stones of ...
When he, who is the unforgiven, Beheld her first, he found her fair: No promise ever dreamt in heaven Could ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
Love, light for me Thy ruddiest blazing torch, That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch Of the glad Palace ...
Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm? You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands ...
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on ...
A pathetic tragedy I will relate, Concerning poor Fred. Marsden's fate, Who suffocated himself by the fumes of gas, On ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
I was about to be mugged by a man with a chain so angry he growled at the Lincoln Center ...
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting ...
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