Paradise Lost : Book VII. (John Milton Poems)
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that nameIf rightly thou art called, whose voice divineFollowing, above the Olympian hill I soar,Above ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that nameIf rightly thou art called, whose voice divineFollowing, above the Olympian hill I soar,Above ...
The wind rests its cheek upon the ground and feels the cool dampAnd lifts its head with twigs and small ...
ACT VIIKing Dushyant with Matali in the chariot of Indra (king of gods in heaven and also god of thunder), ...
The Sun's in its orbit, yet I feel morbid.Act 1PrologueLadies and gentlemen and the day!All ye made of sweet human clay!Let ...
I. InvocationIt's crazy to think one could describe them-Calling on reason, fantasy, memory, eves and ears-As though they were all ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
I.But now the second Morning, from her bow'r,Began to glister in her beams, and nowThe roses of the day began ...
'The play's the thing!'-- Hamlet.Tavistock Hotel, Nov. 1839.Dear Charles,-- In reply to your letter, and Fanny's,Lord Brougham, it appears, isn't ...
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
Scene I. A peak of the Alps. Werner alone. Time, morning.Werner.How gloriously beautiful is earth!In these her quiet, unfrequented haunts,To ...
1I the first man, the majestyOf creatures, Time's tall birth,Spring at God's finger-touch erect,Glorying upon earth.Above me the blue solemn ...
An Epistle Yes, yes, my friend, I quit the fond pretence To cool reflection, and unbiass'd sense; Your hands have torn away the ...
I. Oh ponder well! do not me blameOh ponder well! do not me blameFor Follies that are past,If e'er I'm guilty ...
Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate sandand at the foot of a mountain greener than a leaf,I planted ...
From the first it had been like aBallad. It had the beat inevitable. It had the blood.A wildness cut up, ...
And so they go and die the same way they live.I speak of lives given to the lightof serene love, ...
Ye children of the Land of Gold, I sing a song to you,And if the jokes are somewhat old, The main idea ...
SIR:- You complain that I have asserted that a partiality for monarchy appeared in your conduct. This fact you deny, ...
One was a bay cowhorse from Piedra & the other was a washed out palominoAnd both stood at the rail ...
Ugliest little boythat everyone ever saw.That is what everyone said.Even to his mother it was apparent-when the blue-aproned nurse came ...
IOnce I had 1000 roses.Literally 1000 roses.I was working for a floristback in the shambling 'Thirtieswhen iced skids of 250 ...
So much forgotten alreadySo much forgottenSo much to forgetOnce the idea of purityborn, all was lostirrevocablyThe Black Musicianin a house ...
Kasinath the new young singer fills the hall with sound:The seven notes dance in his throat like seven tame birds.His ...
Here's a vestibule. On holidaysOvercome by slavish fear,The whole population, in a state of awe,Rushes to the sacred doors.Having left ...
after Rene CharLet's agree that the night is a blank canvas, a stationbreak, a bridge of a song.Let's agree further ...
'Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
On the nineteenth day of the tenth month of the second year of Ta-li (15 November 767), in the residence ...
WRITTEN FOR J. G. WHITTIER'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY."I was once a barefoot boy."- J. G. WHITTIER.ON Haverhill's pleasant hills there played,Some ...
Never fear! For the crimson flag that proudly waves in these dawns, shall never fade,Before the last fiery hearth that ...
I'm in a plane that will not be flown into a building.It's a SAAB 340, seats 40, has two engines ...
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