The Tollund Man (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I Some day I will go to Aarhus To see his peat-brown head, The mild pods of his eye-lids, His ...
I Some day I will go to Aarhus To see his peat-brown head, The mild pods of his eye-lids, His ...
Once more the cauldron of the sun Smears the bookcase with winy red, And here my page is, and there ...
A simple nosegay! Was that much to ask? (Winter still nagged, with scarce a bud yet showing.) He loved her ...
To the woods, to the woods is the wizard gone; In his grotto the maiden sits alone. She gazes up ...
Like their gold jewelry, we are melted down, refined, reformed, changed in the fire, the crucible, the wrath of God ...
Buckets and buckets of sap, culled from willing maples pouring into the vat the cauldron atop the old, crumbling outdoor ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
Out of the seething cauldron of my woes, Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung; Where charmed music gathered ...
Out of the seething cauldron of my woes, Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung; Where charmed music gathered ...
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; Till full he dashes on the ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs but I've never seen wheat in a pile. Apples, potatoes, cabbages, ...
Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God's lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of ...
The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf? It is not mine. Do not accept it. Acetic ...
Scene: Federal Political Arena A darkened cave. In the middle, a cauldron, boiling. Enter the three witches. 1ST WITCH: Thrice ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are ...
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