Einstein (Archibald MacLeish Poems)
"Standing between the sun and moon preservesA certain secrecy. Or seems to keepSomething inviolate if only thatHis father was an ...
"Standing between the sun and moon preservesA certain secrecy. Or seems to keepSomething inviolate if only thatHis father was an ...
Quoi! tandis que partout, ou sinc?res ou feintes, Des l?ches, des pervers, les larmes et les plaintes Consacrent leur Marat ...
SUR L'ENTR?E TRIOMPHALE DES SUISSES R?VOLT?S ET AMNISTI?S DU R?GIMENT ...
Souvent sur la montagne, ? l'ombre du vieux ch?ne, Au coucher du soleil, tristement je m'assieds; Je prom?ne au hasard ...
L'innocente victime, au terrestre s?jour, N'a vu que le printemps qui lui donna le jour. Rien n'est rest? de lui ...
Sure thing, said the grocer; "as far as I know, sir, This horse, Peter Pan, is the safest ...
na jao hal-e-dil-e-zar dekhte jao k ji na chahe to na char dekhte jao bahar-e-umr main bag-e-jahan k sair karo ...
I can't ridge it back again from char. Not one board left. Only ash a cat explores and shattered glass ...
Uncharmable charmer Of Bacchus and Mars In the sounding rebounding Abyss of the stars! O virgin in armour, Thine arrows ...
Uncharmable charmer Of Bacchus and Mars In the sounding rebounding Abyss of the stars! O virgin in armour, Thine arrows ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
The portrait there above my bed They tell me is a work of art; My Wife,--since twenty years she's dead: ...
He took the grade in second - quite a climb, Dizzy and dangerous, yet how sublime! The road went up ...
Dusting my books I spent a busy day: Not ancient toes, time-hallowed and unread, but modern volumes, classics in their ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
Here are two pupils whose moons of black transform to cripples all who look: each lovely lady who peers inside ...
SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote. See the white ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
His Spirit in smoke ascended to high heaven. His father, by the cruelest way of pain, Had bidden him to ...
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