Half An Hour (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
I never had you, nor will I ever have you I suppose. A few words, an approach as in the ...
I never had you, nor will I ever have you I suppose. A few words, an approach as in the ...
"Why shouldn't I have a purely vegetarian drink? Why shouldn't I take vegetables in their highest form, so to speak? ...
Sharp was the frost, the wind was high And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky Sly Dick in arts of cunning ...
How in all wonder Columbus got over, That is a marvel to me, I protest, Cabot, and Raleigh too, that ...
O God, whose favorable eye, The sin-sick soul revives, Holy and heavenly is the joy Thy shining presence gives. Not ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
I approach with such a careful tremor, always I feel the finally foolish question of how it is, then, supposed ...
"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but ...
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
"You are old, Father william," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly ...
The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight and as I lean against the door of sleep I begin to ...
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
She woke me up at dawn, her suitcase like a little brown dog at her heels. I sat up and ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Let us suppose, valleys & such ago, one pal unwinding from his labours in one bar of Chicago and this ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
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