My Retreat (Jose Rizal Poems)
Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate sandand at the foot of a mountain greener than a leaf,I planted ...
Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate sandand at the foot of a mountain greener than a leaf,I planted ...
When the north wind moans thro' the blind creek coursesAnd revels with harsh, hot sand,I loose the horses, the wild ...
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursueThe setting sun, too indolent to holdA lengthened tournament for flashing gold,Passively darkens for night's ...
When the African Arts,home again,became host of the hour,their essence breezed into holidays,holidays for thosedressed in their tans, browns, and ...
Where the waxwings used to dwell,Where the pine trees softly swayed,A flock of airy momentwillsFlew around and flew away.Where the ...
Strumming his lute, high on a crag of stone,Sits an immortal sylph flapping his wings.White tail-plumes of a simurgh in ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce ...
By the waters of Cam, as the shades were descending, A Fellow sat moaning his desolate lot; From his ...
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry?it seems they want more,it seems almost as if ...
Drink out thy glass! See, on thy threshold, nightly, Staying his sword, stands Death, awaiting thee. ...
I've often watched you, centipede,And I can't think howeverYou manage those long rows of feet --You must be very clever.You ...
to George MontgomeryIt is next to my flesh,that's why. I do what I want.And in the pale New Hampshiretwilight a ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Listening to their harmonies, the blending of their voices really listening, feeling their songs pulled me back to other nights ...
Up there, on stage, strumming, fingering the frets, the neck, the metal strings of an old friend, his guitar, along ...
He's there, Little John to the other's Robin Buds enjoying the vibe The stalwart second to Marian's call and Robin's ...
When the evening darkens and the day cools and the stars flicker to light I sat on the blanket with ...
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold A lengthened tournament for flashing gold, Passively ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, ...
BEND low again, night of summer stars. So near you are, sky of summer stars, So near, a long arm ...
Strumming your polished guitar with long, nail-lightened fingers, where are you now, leaning forward a peasant-dressed arm - lark on ...
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