Self-Interrogation (Emily Bronte Poem)
The evening passes fast away, 'Tis almost time to rest; What thoughts has left the vanished day, What feelings, in ...
The evening passes fast away, 'Tis almost time to rest; What thoughts has left the vanished day, What feelings, in ...
When Beauty and Beauty meet All naked, fair to fair, The earth is crying-sweet, And scattering-bright the air, Eddying, dizzying, ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
The sunburnt terraces which swans make home with water purling, Macchu Pichu died like Delphi long agoâ?" a message to ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear, I set me down and sigh; O ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink, no woman's love, no wealth can match it. ...
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking smoking typing it was a most splendid miraculous time still ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
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