Sic Transit . . . (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Bundy and son In days that are doneUsed to ...
Bundy and son In days that are doneUsed to ...
Now and then there's a couple whose conjugal life Is happy as happy can be;Now and then there's a man ...
Body on a horizon of water,body opento the slow intoxication of fingers,body defendedby the splendour of apples,surrendered hill by hill,body ...
Across the fields as green as spinach,Cropped as close as Time to Greenwich,Stands a high house; if at all,Spring comes ...
This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, This air, a little indistinct with autumn Like a reflection, constitute the ...
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
tangwena says this is our land soiled by the blood of black centuries smith says the white tongue goes bang ...
Short cropped hair of black Full beard of stubble, four days old Gray joining the jagged black shards Menacing, reaching ...
Oh they got the name right when they named these Ancient flyers of the sun tail like an alligator's flesh ...
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And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
In a stable of boats I lie still, From all sleeping children hidden. The leap of a fish from its ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
THE WALK TO THE PARADISE GARDENS 1 Bonfire Night beckoned us to the bridge By Saint Hilda's where we started ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
The sheep are in the silver wood, The cows are in the broom; The goats are in the wild mountain ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
O thou that swing'st upon the waving ear Of some well-filled oaten beard, Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious tear ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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