The Meteorite (C. S. Lewis Poem)
Among the hills a meteorite Lies huge; and moss has overgrown, And wind and rain with touches light Made soft, ...
Among the hills a meteorite Lies huge; and moss has overgrown, And wind and rain with touches light Made soft, ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
Arms and the girl I sing - O rare arms that are braceleted and white and bare arms that were ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
Smell the bold colors, Rich in my nostrils, Illuminated on the branches before me as I drive. Low sunlight piercing ...
The words were different, not just in amplitude with more voices raised in the same solemn reverent ancient prayer No ...
The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, ...
Parliament's a stage, And all the Politicians merely players! They have their exits and entrances, And Wise doth in his ...
Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green ...
Out here there are no hearthstones, Hot grains, simply. It is dry, dry. And the air dangerous. Noonday acts queerly ...
'Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
Just a rainy day or two In a windy tower, That was all I had of you- Saving half an ...
The artisans of this room, who designed the lamp base (a huge red slug with a hole where its heart ...
Who set, between those rocks like cinder, to show the honey of dream, that golden broom, those blue rosemaries? Who ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
Words go on travelling from voice to voice while the phones are still and the wires hum in the cold. ...
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu ...
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