The Ship of Death (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
1 Only today and just for this minute, when the sunslant finds its true angle, you can see yellow and ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid-- Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt ...
1915 Whence comest thou, Gehazi, So reverend to behold, In scarlet and in ermines And chain of England's gold?" "From ...
(EDWARD VII.) 1910 Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear? ...
Night covers the pond with its wing. Under the ringed moon I can make out your face swimming among minnows ...
A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart, So great a charm was prompted to impart; To one in love, ...
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink ...
Singing larks I saw for sale - (Ah! the pain of it) Plucked and ready to impale On a roasting ...
I'd buy you a Babushka doll, my heart, and brush your ash-blonde hair until it gleams, were Russia and our ...
There's little to have but the things I had, There's little to bear but the things I bore. There's nothing ...
I find it very difficult to enthuse Over the current news. Just when you think that at least the outlook ...
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