Transformati (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
She waited in a rose-hued room;A wanton-hearted creature she,But beautiful and bright to seeAs some great orchid just in bloom.Upon ...
She waited in a rose-hued room;A wanton-hearted creature she,But beautiful and bright to seeAs some great orchid just in bloom.Upon ...
ITurned from the 'eau-fortePar Jaquemart'To the strait headOf Messalina:'His true PenelopeWas Flaubert,'And his toolThe engraver's.Firmness,Not the full smile,His art, but ...
Methinks there's a geniusRoams in the mountains,Girdled with ivyAnd robed in wisteria,Lips ever smiling,Of noble demeanour,Driving the yellow pard,Tiger-attended,Couched in ...
Ne te suicide pas, Seigneur, voici qu'appara?t une orchid?e parmi les ruines,Ne te suicide pas, Seigneur, voici que rena?t le ...
Say, O wander-lover, say,What is May in Umbria?Days that never dim nor darkle;Nights that spangle, nights that sparkle;Dawns that flame ...
I might not ever scale the mountain heightsWhere all the great men stand in glory now; I may not ever ...
O FLOWERS of the garden, of skilled and human care,Sweet heliotrope, and violet, and orchid frail and fair,Pour out your ...
Beauty, thou orchid of immortal bloom,Sprung from the fire and dust of perished spheres,How art thou tall in these autumnal ...
An insect digsdigs without alarmperforating the earthwithout finding escape.What to do, exhausted,in a blocked country,union of the nightroot and mineral?And ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
ONCE on the kind of day called "weather breeder," When the heat slowly hazes and the sun By its own ...
They'll always tell a story those obscure mementos stacked on dusty shelves, demure and silent like the other gaudy tributes ...
Red lotus incense fades on The jeweled curtain. Autumn Comes again. Gently I open My silk dress and float alone ...
Yes, I being the terrible puppet of my dreams, shall lavish this on you- the dense mine of the orchid, ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it's green and wooden- I come, ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the ...
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus ...
I find it very hard to be fair-minded About people who go around being air-minded. I just can't see any ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
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