The Sacrifice of Er-Heb (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no ...
O day most calm, most bright The fruit of this, the next world's bud, Th'endorsement of supreme delight, Writ by ...
"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town? And whence ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
Tightly wrapped, as she was so recently inside her mother's womb curled up in her father's arms matching bracelets, letting ...
Their baubles and bangles, their earrings and bracelets, were all melted down, their shining things, their gold poured into the ...
Blest be the Man! his Memory at least, Who found the Art, thus to unfold his Breast, And taught succeeding ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
He wrapped them carefully, neatly in costly green silk. Roses of ruby, lilies of pearl, violets of amethyst. As he ...
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. Why isn't anything happening in ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west. she is dark of ...
The man above was a murderer, the man below was a thief; And I lay there in the bunk between, ...
THE PAWN-SHOP man knows hunger, And how far hunger has eaten the heart Of one who comes with an old ...
Oh, my love If you were at the level of my madness, You would cast away your jewelry, Sell all ...
Somewhere, suspended in facetless space, the vine is spiralling, shown in the distance, with loosened hair: the farther the eye ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Don't walk away, Renee, I'm just getting warmed up your body is like a river and I'm going to swim ...
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