The Pure Sacrifice Of Buddha (Edwin Arnold Poems)
Onward he passed, Exceeding sorrowful, seeing how men Fear so to die they are afraid to fear, ...
Onward he passed, Exceeding sorrowful, seeing how men Fear so to die they are afraid to fear, ...
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
I The eyes, that, having seen the saintly light Blossom white-petalled out of a white sea In a miraculous rose ...
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.Arithmetic tells you how many you lose ...
My Pa says that he used to beA bright boy in geography;An' when he went to school he knewThe rivers ...
He brought me his report card from the teacher and he saidHe wasn't very proud of it and sadly bowed ...
Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind; They have taught you to see Only a mean arithmetic ...
Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, ...
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To ...
The Days that we can spare Are those a Function die Or Friend or Nature -- stranded then In our ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook. Well hath He spoken: "Swear not by thy head. Thou knowest not ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
First Traveller: What's that lying in the dust? Second Traveller: A crooked stick. First Traveller: What's it worth, if you ...
At ten she came to me, three years ago, There was 'something between us' even then; Watching her write like ...
I stood there in front of forty-five faces The first day of term, not especially fancying "Exercises in Mechanical Arithmetic" ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
JOY . weaving two violet petals for a coat lapel . painting on a slab of night sky a Christ ...
HOW much do you love me, a million bushels? Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more. And ...
I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers ...
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