Leipzig (Thomas Hardy Poem)
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
It's dark, I cannot see, Left alone to be; Friends cannot be found; By these chains, I am bound. ***** ...
Today you walk down the street, And do just what you please; Making crooked deals in allies, As if no ...
Never with the oppressors with the despots, the tyrants in the falsehood of temporary security while subjugating their people We ...
Meeting, greeting, knowing the crowd the adversaries, the allies, the seemingly neutrals the advocates, the prosecutors, the clerks the officers ...
We all can do our part, to stand up in faith, trusting in God, and do the right thing, argue ...
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhatten Bay, The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean ...
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies -- Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize -- ...
The moon is full this winter night; The stars are clear, though few; And every window glistens bright, With leaves ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Sorry, Writer in Residence on the Great North Run The last thing I'd ever do is listen to your spin ...
Preferment, like a Game at bowles, To feede our hope with diverse play Heer quick it runnes, there soft it ...
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers. Let Shedeur ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
When the golden day is done, Through the closing portal, Child and garden, Flower and sun, Vanish all things mortal. ...
I was out early to-day, spying about From the top of a haystack -- such a lovely morning -- And ...
All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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