DRINKING SONG (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER Come, old friend! sit down and listen! From the pitcher, placed between us, How the ...
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER Come, old friend! sit down and listen! From the pitcher, placed between us, How the ...
Music from her breast, vibrating Soundseared into burnished velvet. Silent hips deceiving fools. Rivulets of trickling ecstacy From the alabaster ...
Light splashed this morning on the shell-pink anemones swaying on their tall stems; down blue-spiked veronica light flowed in rivulets ...
This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; ...
Stripped of his clothing soldiers drawing lots while he was yet dying the signs of his scourging his blood in ...
Out on the mountain rich in summer the greens so deep almost hurting my eyes Trying to focus, also in ...
Piercing thorns crushed onto his brow rivulets of blood coursing down his face a crown for a criminal hardly worthy ...
So sudden, so certain the heavy wet, back-tiring snow yesterday, today a torrent, melting heavily, quickly the March sun beating, ...
Huge droplets explode in the puddles small lakes in the uneven surface craters in the alley, rivulets connecting them giant ...
When down the stair at morning The sunbeams round her float, Sweet rivulets of laughter Are bubbling in her throat; ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
NOW Robin 1 lies in his last lair, He'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair; Cauld poverty, wi' hungry stare, ...
Harshness vanished. A sudden softness has replaced the meadows' wintry grey. Little rivulets of water changed their singing accents. Tendernesses, ...
Deep in the desert's misery, far in the fury of the sand, there stands the awesome Upas Tree lone watchman ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
'Tis said that when The hands of men Tamed this primeval wood, And hoary trees with groans of woe, Like ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
I. The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine ...
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