To J.W. (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Set not thy foot on graves; Hear what wine and roses say; The mountain chase, the summer waves, The crowded ...
Set not thy foot on graves; Hear what wine and roses say; The mountain chase, the summer waves, The crowded ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the ...
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our ...
We do not play on Graves -- Because there isn't Room -- Besides -- it isn't even -- it slants ...
If He were living -- dare I ask -- And how if He be dead -- And so around the ...
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight 'Tis Resurrection Pain -- The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again. 'Tis ...
There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves -- A leisure of the Future -- A Wilderness of Size. By ...
In the city set upon slime and loam They cry in their parliament 'Who goes home?' And there comes no ...
The men that worked for England They have their graves at home: And bees and birds of England About the ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
When melancholy Autumn comes to Wembley And electric trains are lighted after tea The poplars near the stadium are trembly ...
We know where deepest lies the snow, And where the frost-winds keenest blow, O'er every mountain's brow, We long have ...
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
Here is the city- its worn-down mountains, its grass and iron, its smoky coast seen from the high roads on ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
There is an eye, there was a slit. Nights walk, and confer on him fear. The strangler tree, the dancing ...
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