By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
EDINA! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs: ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
IN this strange land, this uncouth clime, A land unknown to prose or rhyme; Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard ...
drunk on the dark streets of some city, it's night, you're lost, where's your room? you enter a bar to ...
good weather is like good women- it doesn't always happen and when it does it doesn't always last. man is ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
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