The Plea of the Simla Dancers (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; -- The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for ...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; -- The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for ...
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; Throw me upon thy ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
I dreamed this mortal part of mine Was metamorphosed to a vine, Which, crawling one and every way, Enthralled my ...
O masks and metamorphoses of Ahab, Native Son I The icy evil that struck his father down and ravished his ...
ONCE a boy a Rosebud spied, Heathrose fair and tender, All array'd in youthful pride,-- Quickly to the spot he ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, ...
One Joy of so much anguish Sweet nature has for me I shun it as I do Despair Or dear ...
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee! ...
He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast -- ...
God made a little Gentian -- It tried -- to be a Rose -- And failed -- and all the ...
I can't tell you -- but you feel it -- Nor can you tell me -- Saints, with ravished slate ...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for Centuries delayed Its fitness growing like the Flood In sumptuous solitude -- ...
Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian's name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
I bought a run a while ago, On country rough and ridgy, Where wallaroos and wombats grow -- The Upper ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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