Sheep (Robert Francis Poem)
From where I stand the sheep stand still As stones against the stony hill. The stones are gray And so ...
From where I stand the sheep stand still As stones against the stony hill. The stones are gray And so ...
The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I hang about the streets all day, At night I hang about; I sleep a little when I may, But ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
(Matthew, xiii.3) Ye sons of earth prepare the plough, Break up your fallow ground; The sower is gone forth to ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
Captain O'Hare was a mariner brave; He refused to abandon his ship; A hero, he sleeps in a watery grave- ...
In the shadow of a broken house, Down a deserted street, Propt walls, cold hearths, and phantom stairs, And the ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me: Still all my ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
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