On a Vulgar Error (C. S. Lewis Poem)
No. It's an impudent falsehood. Men did not Invariably think the newer way Prosaic mad, inelegant, or what not. Was ...
No. It's an impudent falsehood. Men did not Invariably think the newer way Prosaic mad, inelegant, or what not. Was ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
Said Grenfell to my spirit, "You've been writing very free Of the charms of other places, and you don't remember ...
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves spent, new seasons, alter'd sky, The making and the melting crowds: The whole ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
How fares it, friend, since I by Fate annoy'd Left the old home in need of livelier play For body ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
That slim creek out of the sky the dried-blood western gum tree is all stir in its high reaches: its ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
Oh! Arranmore, loved Arranmore, How oft I dream of thee, And of those days when, by thy shore, I wander'd ...
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin, With a lot o' truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin' (Which ...
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