Evening in Stepney — For M (Lilian Bowes Lyon Poems)
1The greenness after sterile stone,Not one stone left upon another;The augury unforeseen of a listening April.Behind the boarded window,Socket of ...
1The greenness after sterile stone,Not one stone left upon another;The augury unforeseen of a listening April.Behind the boarded window,Socket of ...
In the real dark night of the soul it is always threeo'clock in the morning. F. SCOTT FITZGERALDIALL day, knowing ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants-they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons.He thought of Virgil, ...
There was a man--a Jew of kingly blood,But of the people--poor and lowly born,Accused of blasphemy of God, He stoodBefore ...
Shut out the World, shut in the Home!The sea is deeper than its foam;Retain the gem, reject the paste;Withdraw from ...
O dear my Country, beautiful and dear,Love cloth not darken sight.God looketh through Love's eyes, whose vision clearBeholds more flaws ...
Mentre m' attrista.Mid weariness and woe I find some cheer In thinking of the past, when I recall My weakness and my ...
Taste? Good taste? It's been argued before, But not many agree on it yet.Much that A may condone B may ...
Let us deride the smugness of 'The Times': GUFFAW!So much for the gagged reviewers,It will pay them when the worms ...
The very first duty of a chaperonIs to leave the young folks quite alone;Permitting them to sit up lateIn twos ...
Spoken by Miss Ada Rehan at the Lyceum Theatre, July 23, 1890, at a performance on behalf of Lady Jeune's ...
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
Finally, the words, unambiguous, clear torture, waterboarding was torture, a position for the new administration words with power, with consequences ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain just how the term remains a sticking ...
pencils condone typos, pens incurably obsessed with permanence (Sukasah Syahdan)
Go, dumb-born book, Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes: Hadst thou but song As thou hast ...
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