Song of Diego Valdez (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
The still waters, the green pastures God calms the storms, the winds, the seas, crashing into our lives troubles of ...
I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; I hear it by the stormy sea When winter nights are black and wild, ...
There are songs for the morning and songs for the night, For sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon; ...
I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching face, Since ruin harbours there in every place ; For my enchanted soul ...
Who hath not felt the influence that so calms The weary mind in summers sultry hours When wandering thickest woods ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
LONG since, I lived beneath vast porticoes, By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired, Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows, Seemed ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
A blue jay poses on a stake meant to support an apple tree newly planted. A strong wind on this ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
Early March. The cold beach deserted. My kids home in a bare house, bundled up and listening to rock music ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
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