Bruce and the Abbot (Sir Walter Scott Poems)
The Abbot on the threshold stood,And in his hand the holy rood:Then, cloaking hate with fiery zeal,Proud Lorn first answered ...
The Abbot on the threshold stood,And in his hand the holy rood:Then, cloaking hate with fiery zeal,Proud Lorn first answered ...
THE best of life, what is it but white moments?Those swift illuminations when we seeThe flying shadows on the fragrant ...
The frozen dream lakesenvisioned one Christmas Eve,the water's morning glintthrough the blindness of a solid wall,a wall solid brick, stacked ...
While Strephon's Verse, with honest Rage reprovesFat Caelia's Pride, and Tyrrel's guilty Loves:Caelia confronted, haughty Airs forgets,And loaded with her ...
The theme of the traditional poet Was not of life. In the barren expanse of his imagination He conversed with ...
Sweet Solitude where dost thou linger? When and where shall I look in thy face? Feel the soft magic ...
Forth to his study the sculptor goesIn a mood of lofty mirth:"Now shall the tongues of my carping foesConfess what ...
Last year he wanted building blocks, And picture books and toys,A saddle horse that gayly rocks, And games ...
Now in war we are confronted with conditions which are strange.If we accept them we will never win.Since by being ...
How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species-- Presentable, eminently presentable-- shall I make you a present ...
(sign at a railroad crossing in Kenya) In a poem, one line may hide another line, As at a crossing, ...
The temptations of Christ in the desert alone more than we experience in life so hungry, alone He was confronted ...
Ultimately, all of us standing before God facing the test of the rich man whether we will follow or not ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
So Eden was deserted, and at eve Into the quiet place God came to grieve. His face was sad, His ...
"I'll introduce a friend!" he said, "And if you've got a vacant pen You'd better take him in the shed ...
Bring down the moon for genteel Janet; She's too refined for this gross planet. She wears garments and you wear ...
Strong and slippery, built for the midnight grass-party confronted by four cats, he sleeps his time away-- the detached first ...
Today, many will awaken with a fresh sense of inspiration. Why not you? Today, many will open their eyes to ...
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