The Black Shawl (Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin Poems)
As of senses bereft, at a black shawl I stare, And my chill heart is tortured with deadly despair. When ...
As of senses bereft, at a black shawl I stare, And my chill heart is tortured with deadly despair. When ...
Then was my neophyte,Child in white blood bent on its kneesUnder the bell of rocks,Ducked in the twelve, disciple seasThe ...
In Mem. L. N. L. Ob. MCMXXXIINoble beyond degreeIn a democracy:Slight woman whose spent graceBanishes their visionTo the thin trackless ...
With the hostile camp in skirmish Our men once were changing shot,Pranced the Delibash his charger 'Fore our ranks ...
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass ...
One moment bid the horses wait, Since tiffin is not laid till three, Below the upward path and straight You ...
fog owns the town in its palm lawyers nibble each other's fingers the churches take their cut at the fat ...
The surest thing there is is we are riders, And though none too successful at it, guiders, Through everything presented, ...
When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. "Samuel, raise thy buried head! "King, behold the ...
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. 'Samuel, raise thy buried head! King, behold the ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
It was like chucking-out time In a rough Victorian pub Cherubic Dylan was first to go Lachrymose but with a ...
Then was my neophyte, Child in white blood bent on its knees Under the bell of rocks, Ducked in the ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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