To the Queen. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
AS those who pass the Alps do say, The Rocks which first oppose their way, And so amazing-High do show, ...
AS those who pass the Alps do say, The Rocks which first oppose their way, And so amazing-High do show, ...
My black hills have never seen the sun rising, Eternally they look north towards Armagh. Lot's wife would not be ...
the sky sinks its blue teeth into the mountains. Rising on pure will (the lurch & lift-off, the sudden swing ...
How the mountains talked together, Looking down upon the weather, When they heard our friend had planned his Little trip ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
En l'an trentiesme do mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues... PIPIT sate upright in her chair Some distance ...
The flower of the Alps told the seashell: "You're shining" The seashell told the sea: "You echo" The sea told ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by ...
In lands I never saw -- they say Immortal Alps look down -- Whose Bonnets touch the firmament -- Whose ...
Our lives are Swiss -- So still -- so Cool -- Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains ...
Anmut sparet nicht noch M?he Leidenschaft nicht noch Verstand Da? ein gutes Deutschland bl?he Wie ein andres gutes Land ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf? It is not mine. Do not accept it. Acetic ...
He opens the scullery door, and a sudden rush of wind, as raw as raw, brushes past him as he ...
And doth not a meeting like this make amends For all the long years I've been wandering away -- To ...
"There where that ray touches the plain And the shadows escape as if they really ran, Warsaw stands, open from ...
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