It was at Night (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was at Night that I learned the most about that magical place that dark and smoky, shadowed and garish ...
It was at Night that I learned the most about that magical place that dark and smoky, shadowed and garish ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
Between melancholy and disquiet a brooding cloud of the restless soul pacing the floor, wondering the next steps, on a ...
Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"? 'T is a pitiful sound to hear! It seems to chill you ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook. Well hath He spoken: "Swear not by thy head. Thou knowest not ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the ...
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own ...
And I start wondering how they came to be blind. If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister, ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart. ...
O wonderful! In sport we climbed the tree, Eager and laughing, as in all our play, To see the eggs ...
The end of spring-- the poet is brooding about editors. (Yosa Buson)
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian ...
CHAPTER 1 Lo, a shadow of horror is risen In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific, Self-clos'd, all-repelling: what demon Hath form'd this ...
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