To the River Charles (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
River! that in silence windest Through the meadows, bright and free, Till at length thy rest thou findest In the ...
River! that in silence windest Through the meadows, bright and free, Till at length thy rest thou findest In the ...
I always wanted to give birth Do that incredible natural thing That women do-I nearly broke down When I heard ...
I The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder, The wing trails like a banner in defeat, ...
Only on me, the lonely one, The unending stars of the night shine, The stone fountain whispers its magic song, ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
I As newer comers crowd the fore, We drop behind. - We who have laboured long and sore Times out ...
"Wash me Lord, of all of my sin, my iniquity, my shame, my memory I repent of my sin, of ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
Love me little, love me long, Then we neither can be wrong: You in giving, I in taking; There is ...
After long drought, commotion in the sky; After dead silence, thunder. Then it comes, The rain. It slashes leaves, and ...
Between Rita and my eyes There is a rifle And whoever knows Rita Kneels and plays To the divinity in ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
Parting with Thee reluctantly, That we have never met, A Heart sometimes a Foreigner, Remembers it forgot -- (Emily Dickinson)
Death is potential to that Man Who dies -- and to his friend -- Beyond that -- unconspicuous To Anyone ...
At the back of the noisy café bent over a table sits an old man; a newspaper in front of ...
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
I did not delight in love so much as in a kiss like linnets' wings, the flutterings of a pulse ...
This boy, of course, was dead, whatever that might mean. And nobly dead. I think we should feel he was ...
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
Cold in the earth-and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I ...
(Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.) What light of unremembered skies Hast ...
You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth, You have said my name as a prayer. Here ...
Henry is old, old; for Henry remembers Mr Deeds' tuba, & the Cameo, & the race in Ben Hur,â?"The Lost ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
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