Faringdon Hill. Book II (Henry James Pye Poems)
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
When the companies were thus arrayed, each under its own captain,the Trojans advanced as a flight of wild fowl or ...
I.Low the sun beat on the land, Red on vine and plain and wood;With the wine-cup in his hand, Vast the Helot ...
The story of King Arthur old is very memorable,The number of his valiant knights, and roundness of his Table.The knights ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth,Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love,But where life throngs and seethes without ...
The hawker with his tilted cart pulled up beside the fence,And opened out his wondrous mart with startling eloquence;All sorts ...
When he finds his wife in bed with another man--The conservative politician feels an ache in his stomach,remembers the longanisa ...
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
JUST where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations; Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont ...
I am a boxer, who does not inflict blows on the air,but I hit hard and straight at my own ...
Stripped to the buff they circled round, And jagged and swung and crossed;To uppercut and smash and pound No chances ...
If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Arriving for a reading an hour too early: Ruefully, the general manager stopped putting out the chairs. "You don't get ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious ...
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