Baby Tortoise (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
Pindaric Ode "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
We talked with family last night, not mine or yours specifically but ours, the ones we love familiarly. When little ...
Almighty Framer of the Skies! O let our pure devotion rise, Like Incense in thy Sight! Wrapt in impenetrable Shade ...
"I will arise and go unto my father" MALKUTH Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe. ...
"I will arise and go unto my father" MALKUTH Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe. ...
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
I I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children learn ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
She'd look upon us, if she could, As hard as Rhadamanthus would; Yet one may see,-who sees her face, Her ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
"What! still those two infernal questions, That with our meals our slumbers mix -- That spoil our tempers and digestions ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
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