Heiress And Architect (Thomas Hardy Poem)
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
I O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, And the woman riding high above with bright ...
The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer, A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage, A whiplash swimmer, a fish ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
Glimpses of fire fleetingly in the sky turning to smoke right before my eyes Stopping to wonder to watch the ...
I saw a glimpse today of that shining city on the hill, a city with the streets of gold high ...
The blues, purples, yellow, gold baked into the chrome pipes of the classic Harley draw me to you, my camera, ...
I saw a glimpse today of the shining city on the hill, the city with the streets of gold high ...
Ephemeral denizen of the dawn Emblazoned on the waking An aerosol archaeopteryx Captured for a twinkling On the heavens Feathers ...
You're right -- "the way is narrow" -- And "difficult the Gate" -- And "few there be" -- Correct again ...
Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages -- pause for you -- Sunset -- reviews her Sapphire Regiment -- Day ...
"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree -- Provided it do hopeless -- hang -- ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
BY many a dream of God and man my thoughts in shining flocks were led: But as I went through ...
IT'S a lonely road through bogland to the lake at Carrowmore, And a sleeper there lies dreaming where the water ...
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
On Bellosguardo, when the year was young, We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill The ...
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