Baby Tortoise (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
(For My Mother) The fragile splendour of the level sea, The moon's serene and silver-veiled face, Make of this vessel ...
BEETLING rock, with roar and smoke Break before my hammer-stroke! Deeper I must thrust and lower Till I hear the ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
Afters eight years, be less dan eight percent, distinguish' friend, of coloured wif de whites in de School, in de ...
LIKE winds or waters were her ways: The flowing tides, the airy streams, Are troubled not by any dreams; They ...
NOW the quietude of earth Nestles deep my heart within; Friendships new and strange have birth Since I left the ...
The Lord Apollo, who has never died, Still holds alone his immemorial reign, Supreme in an impregnable domain That with ...
BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages ...
O YOUNG through all thy immemorial years! Rise, Mother, rise, regenerate from thy gloom, And, like a bride high-mated with ...
Halted against the shade of a last hill, They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease And, finding comfortable chests ...
A pale enchanted moon is sinking low Behind the dunes that fringe the shadowy lea, And there is haunted starlight ...
Come, let us to the sunways of the west, Hasten, while crystal dews the rose-cups fill, Let us dream dreams ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
Your body was a sacred cell always, A jewel that grew dull in garish light, An opal which beneath my ...
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