How Beastly The Bourgeois Is (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species-- Presentable, eminently presentable-- shall I make you a present ...
How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species-- Presentable, eminently presentable-- shall I make you a present ...
Leisure, thou goddess of a bygone age, When hours were long and days sufficed to hold Wide-eyed delights and pleasures ...
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. ...
(In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett) ("Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.") William Butler Yeats. ...
I "Soul! Shall I see thy face," she said, "In one brief hour? And away with thee from a loveless ...
I At last! In sight of home again, Of home again; No more to range and roam again As at ...
It faces west, and round the back and sides High beeches, bending, hang a veil of boughs, And sweep against ...
We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me ...
WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough, Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, And the Squire, and Lady ...
Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream? Amid the fleeting light, I have slowed myself and queried, ...
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
I wish I could remember the first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me; If bright or dim ...
1 Lo d? che han detto a' dolci amici addio. - Dante Amor, con quanto sforzo oggi mi vinci! - ...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the ...
IN tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee, Behold her, daughter of a ...
When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn; So many I loved were not yet dead, So ...
He Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon of thy glory and grace, Withhold not, O love, from ...
Beautiful city of Edinburgh, most wonderful to be seen, With your ancient palace of Holyrood and Queen's Park Green, And ...
The doomed ship drives on helpless through the sea, All that the mariners may do is done And death is ...
To E.M.S. Here, where your garden fenced about and still is, Here, where the unmoved summer air is sweet With ...
I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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