The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
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, ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
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 ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an ...
Why should I care for the men of thames Or the cheating waves of charter'd streams Or shrink at the ...
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau; Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the ...
the wind blows hard tonight and it's a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. I ...
with an Apple Macintosh you can't run Radio Shack programs in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive ...
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