Senlin: His Dark Origins (Conrad Aiken Poem)
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
WHILE Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil ...
Said a people to a poet---" Go out from among us straightway! While we are thinking earthly things, thou singest ...
THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions Of thy tumultuous senses, moans ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
I see thine image through my tears to-night, And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How Refer the cause?-Beloved, is ...
Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem 'a ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
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