The Elephant Is Slow To Mate (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
The elephant, the huge old beast, is slow to mate; he finds a female, they show no haste they wait ...
The elephant, the huge old beast, is slow to mate; he finds a female, they show no haste they wait ...
See you the ferny ride that steals Into the oak-woods far? O that was whence they hewed the keels That ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
This saying good-by on the edge of the dark And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The Whale is found in seas and oceans, Indulging there in fishlike motions, But Science shows that Whales are mammals, ...
THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my ...
The linnet in the rocky dells, The moor - lark in the air, The bee among the heather - bells ...
As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
My life, like a rocket, makes a parabola flying in darkness, -- no rainbow for traveler. There once lived an ...
Fate is above me. Why should I browse? Sleeping in dosses, an outcast, I rove. Grief is a cellar, that ...
All that I owe the fellows of the grave And all the dead bequeathed from pale estates Lies in the ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
Though elegance I ill afford, My living-room is green and gold; The former tenant was a lord Who died of ...
The sheep are in the silver wood, The cows are in the broom; The goats are in the wild mountain ...
Green fingers holding the hillside, mustard whipping in the sea winds, one blood-bright poppy breathing in and out. The odor ...
Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! Take of ...
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