After Hearing a Waltz by Bartok (Amy Lowell Poem)
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
They have eaten their fill at your tables spread, Like friends since the land was won; And they rise with ...
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told. His mercy fills the Khyber hills -- his grace ...
Lord, I confess my sin is great; Great is my sin. Oh! gently treat With thy quick flow'r, thy momentany ...
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
Lord, how couldst thou so much appease Thy wrath for sin, as when man's sight was dim, And could see ...
Drink from these deep pools of effervescent light endless springs of living water dip your cur, your chalice quench your ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
FOR He, that made, must new create us, Ere Seneca, or Epictetus, With all their serious Admonitions, Can, for the ...
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
To Miracle Some, misbelieving and profane in love, When I do speak of miracles by thee, May say, that thou ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
The cur foretells the knell of parting day; The loafing herd winds slowly o'er the lea; The wise man homewards ...
KEMBLE, thou cur'st my unbelief For Moses and his rod; At Yarico's sweet nor of grief The rock with tears ...
STILL anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
Withal a meagre man was Aaron Stark, -- Cursed and unkempt, shrewd, shrivelled, and morose. A miser was he, with ...
Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey -- A man must cover with travelling ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
Now listen to me and I'll tell you my views concerning the African war, And the man who upholds any ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Sir William Wallace of Ellerslie, I'm told he went to the High School in Dundee, For to learn to read ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
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