To the True Romance (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, ...
Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, ...
I see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand, I see a river loop and run ...
When, foot to wheel and back to wind, The helmsman dare not look behind, But hears beyond his compass-light, The ...
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
We introduce ourselves To Planets and to Flowers But with ourselves Have etiquettes Embarrassments And awes (Emily Dickinson)
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine: Though they might kindle less desire, Love, ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable! And how will your night dances Lose themselves. In mathematics? Such pure leaps ...
SHALT thou be conquered of a human fate My liege, my lover, whose imperial head Hath never bent in sorrow ...
'Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the ...
Sing -- sing -- Music was given To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
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