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 ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Plus quan se atque suos amavit omnes, nunc... - Catullus You were my playmate by the sea. We swam together. ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
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 ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
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