Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star's atmosphere, turning daily into and out of ...
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: ...
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook ...
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
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