Adieu to Belshanny (William Allingham Poem)
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
Celebrate our anniversary - can't you see tonight the snowy night of our first winter comes back again in every ...
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander ...
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
You thought I was that type: That you could forget me, And that I'd plead and weep And throw myself ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
Near the wall of a house painted to look like stone, I saw visions of God. A sleepless night that ...
An Arab shepherd is searching for his goat on Mount Zion And on the opposite hill I am searching for ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied; A babe was in ...
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