From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
I WALKED down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself ...
The floor is something we must fight against. Whilst seemingly mere platform for the human stance, it is that place ...
A huge shoe mounts up from the horizon, squealing and grinding forward on small wheels, even as a man sitting ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
My mother would be a falconress, And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist, would fly to bring back from ...
Plain-path'd Experience, th'unlearned's guide, Her simple followers evidently shows Sometimes what Schoolmen scarcely can decide, Nor yet wise Reason absolutely ...
As in some countries far remote from hence The wretched creature destined to die, Having the judgement due to his ...
A hush is over all the teeming lists, And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife; A spirit brave ...
We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-- This debt we pay ...
Bound -- a trouble -- And lives can bear it! Limit -- how deep a bleeding go! So -- many ...
Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home -- As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune -- ...
How do we discover an antidote to each other, a faculty to commune in spiteful space? Our bleeding hearts and ...
She wrapped a paper towel around his softened cock in what he thought was quaint affection, that was new, an ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
Are they clinging to their crosses, F. E. Smith, Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses, Are they, Smith? Do they, fasting, ...
The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years ...
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, The debt of his nature did pay, T' was Edward, the cruel, ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Winter has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snowdrop's ...
(Isaiah, xii.1) I will praise Thee every day Now Thine anger's turn'd away; Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice. ...
The Saviour, what a noble flame Was kindled in his breast, When hasting to Jerusalem, He march'd before the rest. ...
(John, xxi.16) Hark my soul! it is the Lord; 'Tis Thy Saviour, hear His word; Jesus speaks and speaks to ...
As silent as a mirror is believed Realities plunge in silence by . . . I am not ready for ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
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