There’s Wisdom In Women (Rupert Brooke Poems)
"Oh love is fair, and love is rare;" my dear one she said, "But love goes lightly over." I bowed ...
"Oh love is fair, and love is rare;" my dear one she said, "But love goes lightly over." I bowed ...
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
Blowing stones along the road on Mount Asama, the autumn wind. (Matsuo Basho)
Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 was Henry's gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They ...
I am, outside. Incredible panic rules. People are blowing and beating each other without mercy. Drinks are boiling. Iced drinks ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
THICKEST 1 night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! ...
RAVING winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring- "Farewell, hours ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
I heard an echo in a hollow place. No sound of blowing wind or drifting sand, some ancient voice was ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
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