Enigma XLII. (Elizabeth Hitchener Poems)
Where was held that marriage feast, Where water was made wine?Towards what sea, when from toil releas'd, Did ...
Where was held that marriage feast, Where water was made wine?Towards what sea, when from toil releas'd, Did ...
A castle stands 'neath western skiesGold shields its roof have studded;The evening sun behind it diesMidst cloud banks so newly ...
I think of Mother when I seetall chestnut candles on a tree,my Mother always kept a light,for us when we ...
(From the French of Charles Baudelaire)All nature is a temple where the alivePillars breathe often a tremor of mixed words;Man ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Love of my life, you Are lost and I am Young again. A few years pass. The air fills With ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
I SEE before me now, a traveling army halting; Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orchards of ...
In another time, a linen winding sheet would already have been drawn about her, the funeral drums by now would ...
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd ...
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell, Endure ...
High on a rock, coaeval with the skies, A Temple stands, rear'd by immortal pow'rs To Chastity divine! ambrosial flow'rs ...
Bring, bring to deck my brow, ye Sylvan girls, A roseate wreath; nor for my waving hair The costly band ...
A jade cup was broken because old age came too soon to give fulfilment to hopes; after drinking three cups ...
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
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