Exiles (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit along the straight road that ends at the Hippodrome and ...
It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit along the straight road that ends at the Hippodrome and ...
(Zecheriah, xiii.1) There is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose ...
Cut down that timber! Bells, too many and strong, Pouring their music through the branches bare, From moon-white church towers ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
YES, thou art gone ! and never more Thy sunny smile shall gladden me ; But I may pass the ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No ...
I wander thro' each charter'd street. Near where the charter'd Thames does flow A mark in every face I meet ...
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