As In The Midst Of Battle There Is Room (George Santayana Poems)
As in the midst of battle there is roomFor thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;As gossips whisper ...
As in the midst of battle there is roomFor thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;As gossips whisper ...
As in the midst of battle there is roomFor thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;As gossips whisper ...
Spirals fascinate me:They ascendBy such gentle gradations.Little green spiralsOf the vineThat creep softly--Then lay strong holdOn stony crevices,Lifting a great ...
Words scrawled dense on the cell wallby the only man it ever held:the words are the wall.I twine messages in ...
But when Endymion, wandering alone,With youth and love of loveliness forlorn,Being greatly sorrowful with beauty, cameUpon the silence of a ...
Dick, as a little lad, was told That the London streets were paved with gold. He never, in ...
I know not why I love your baffling face,Or, lonely, to your cold caresses steal,Or what the charm persuades my ...
…The time has come, now, to suspend the suspensionof every worldly deception -wished for by you for me…Living on memories ...
With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fillThe crevices in grave plots' broken stones.The bees renew the blossoms they destroy,While in ...
This spring the world is new and different;More lively is the sparrows' riot.I do not even try expressing it,How full ...
Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all The little lesser hills which compass thee, Thou standest, bright with April's buoyancy, Yet holding ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
Photograph negative her black arm: a diving porpoise, sprawled across the ice-banked pillow. Head: a sheet of falling water. Her ...
Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars, the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger, dawn coming up, ...
Send your army home to their wives and children. It is late. Your soldiers are burdened, thirsty. Lock the doors, ...
Pocket watch, I tick well. The streets are lizardly crevices Sheer-sided, with holes where to hide. It is best to ...
wade through black jade. Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps adjusting the ash-heaps; opening and shutting itself like an injured ...
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