Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
A.HE is a man whose complex characterFew can decipher rightly; but for meI have found the key at last!B.What make ...
1.For twenty years I gambledwith books instead of cards;for twenty years I gambledand I squandered my life.Poor now I lie ...
Make haste! There is but one more turning!The horses cannot go too fast,So eagerly our hearts are yearningTo see the ...
ON scent of game, from town to town he flew,soldier's curse pursued him on his way;Care in his eye, and ...
`Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?'`It was my master,' said the prisoner.`I thought I could outdo everybody ...
"AND this is freedom!" cried the serf; "At lastI tread free soil, the free air blows on me;"And, wild to ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime,With unlocked senses, ...
The Contemplation.ARGUMENT. Pango nec humanis Opus enarrabile Verbis, Quae meli?s possem Mira silendo loqui! Da, DEUS, Illa canam, quae Vox ...
I rode past, thinking, recently,Like one who's sad and sorrowful,Of that lament that renders me Of all lovers the most ...
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand ...
The videotaped footage the struggle in Cairo factions lining up in Tahrir Square Like the stones from the wadi gathered ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
`Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?' `It was my master,' said the prisoner. `I thought I could ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
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