Re-adjustment (C. S. Lewis Poem)
I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour In being the last of one's kind: a topmost ...
I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour In being the last of one's kind: a topmost ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
schnyder schnyder the bouncing spider had a song wound up inside her she'd had it taped on a silken spool ...
THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished power, And crypt of faith forgotten, A came to Ludlow tower. ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
With many a pause and oft reverted eye I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near Warble in shade their ...
Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
YE holy tow'rs, that crown the azure deep, Still may ye shade the wave-worn rock sublime, Though, hurrying silent by, ...
In the high leaves of a walnut, On the very topmost boughs, A boy that climbed the branching bole His ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
The grey gull sat on a floating whale, On a floating whale sat he, And he told his tale of ...
Thoughts, go your way home. Embrace, depths of the soul and the sea. In my view, it is stupid to ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
Into the golden vessel of great song Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast Let other lovers lie, ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
"To see my love suffices me." --Ballades in Blue China. Some men to carriages aspire; On some the costly hansoms ...
Ere all the world had grown so drear, When I was young and you were here, 'Mid summer roses in ...
Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows! There is a subtle sweetness in the sun, The ripples on the ...
THIS section is a Christmas tree: Loaded with pretty toys for you. Behold the blocks, the Noah's arks, The popguns ...
This is the song The spice-tree sings: "Hunger and fire, Hunger and fire, Sky-born Beauty- Spice of desire," Under the ...
I. THE DOLL UPON THE TOPMOST BOUGH This doll upon the topmost bough, This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress, Was taken ...
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