The Bastille: A Vision (Helen Maria Williams Poems)
"Drear cell! along whose lonely bounds, Unvisited by light, Chill silence dwells with night,Save where the clanging fetter sounds! Abyss, where mercy never ...
"Drear cell! along whose lonely bounds, Unvisited by light, Chill silence dwells with night,Save where the clanging fetter sounds! Abyss, where mercy never ...
Off Highway 106At Cherrylog Road I enteredThe '34 Ford without wheels,Smothered in kudzu,With a seat pulled out to runCorn whiskey ...
Last of the giants, in whose soul shone clear The sacred torch of greatness and of right, A stricken world, that cannot ...
There are times when the fate of nations May hang on a moment's call; When spheres in their mute rotations May swing on ...
IOh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly ...
MISTER EDITOR: I'm craving of your space a slice, or shaving - (And it's very precious space, I've always found) ...
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent or hinder or control The firm ...
My weary life, that lives unsatisfiedOn the foiled off-brink of being e'er but this,To whom the power to will hath ...
Delay, well, travellers must expect Delay. For how long? No one seems to know. With all the luggage weighed, the ...
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
Too much credit we need to be more humble recognizing the delay how slow we were to act to give ...
Recurring patterns Down a path Of life choices Knowing but Unchanging Holding on When I should let go Hanging in ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
What's friendship? The hangover's faction, The gratis talk of outrage, Exchange by vanity, inaction, Or bitter shame of patronage. (Alexander ...
I sit in an office at 244 Madison Avenue And say to myself You have a responsible job havenue? Why ...
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent or hinder or control The firm resolve of a determined ...
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