Phantasmagoria CANTO VII ( Sad Souvenaunce ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows My friends forsake me like a memory lost, I am ...
She scrawled soft words in soap: "Never Forget," Dove-white on her car's window, and the wren, because her heart is ...
The castle clock had tolled midnight: With mattock and with spade, And silent, by the torches' light, His corse in ...
I woke up, but I was travelling, The train had rolled throughout the night, It was now going toward huge ...
I have slept upon my couch, But my spirit did not rest, For the labours of the day Yet my ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
(From a sonnet-sequence) Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept Softly along the dim way to your room, And ...
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
I Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate On that adulterous whore a ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found the gay woodland lilies nodding on their stems, frail and fair, ...
By night when others soundly slept, And had at once both case and rest, My waking eyes were open kept ...
. By night when others soundly slept And hath at once both ease and Rest, My waking eyes were open ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
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