The Brus Book VII (John Barbour Poems)
The king towart the wod is ganeWery forswayt and will of waneIntill the wod sone ...
The king towart the wod is ganeWery forswayt and will of waneIntill the wod sone ...
THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shedA dubious light on every upturned head;On locks like those of Absalom the ...
Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine ...
Clouds scattered across the sky &nbs p;all so far awayand then the space between this strange 'distance'What does 'normal' mean, after all? &nb ...
As a kid I believed in democracy: I'saw no alternative'-teaching at The Big Place I ahput it in practice:we'd time ...
LYSANDER.THE sun had thrown its noontide ray Amid the flowers, and scorch'd the plains, Which panted for refreshing rains; While ...
When PHARAOH chased the chosen Jew, and perished in the sea,Things seemed to hint at failure in the PHARAOH policy.For ...
If, some day, you should find me, cold and stark - If you should stumble o'er my lifeless clayIn some ...
Man's rich with little, were his judgment true; Nature is frugal, and her wants are few; Those few ...
This is for Elsa, also known as Liz, an ample-bosomed gospel singer: five discrete malignancies in one full breast. This ...
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
The first-class brains of a senior civil servant Shiver and shatter and fall As the steering column of his comfortable ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
As a kid I believed in democracy: I 'saw no alternative'â?"teaching at The Big Place I ah put it in ...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which ...
What I propose is not Marxism, which is not dead yet in the English department, Not maximalism, which was a ...
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