In the Street (Henry Lawson Poem)
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at ...
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at ...
Not a third that walks beside me, But five or six or more. Whether at dusk or daybreak Or at ...
August First: it was a year ago we drove down from St.-Guilhem-le-Désert to open the house in St. Guiraud rented ...
Train. Distant Train. Praise the glorious distance of Train. Dogs bark, reply to the mournful echo of Train's whistle. Train ...
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and to many will appear so wild and fantastic, ...
One of his nails in my palm, square-cut, smooth metal warming to my touch, held fast Listening to the scriptures ...
Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, We stopped by a mountain pasture to say 'Whose ...
Praise the good-tempered summer and the red cardinal that jumps like a hot coal off the track. Praise the heavy ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the ...
(ALEXANDRIA-MARSEILLES) Out in the blustering darkness, on the deck A gleam of stars looks down. Long blurs of black, The ...
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
The alder shudders in the April winds off the moon. No one is awake and yet sunlight streams across the ...
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