Snake (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Softly the water ripples Against the canoe's curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide. Softly ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour In being the last of one's kind: a topmost ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea, Now steals along upon the Moon's meek shine In even monochrome and ...
A purple whale Proudly sweeps his tail Towards Nineveh; Glassy green Surges between A mile of roaring sea. "O town ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
In the pleasant time of Pentecost, By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler's winding path Or waded the ...
O garden isle, beloved by Sun and Sea, -- Whose bluest billows kiss thy curving bays, Whose amorous light enfolds ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
From my window I can see, Where the sandhills dip, One far glimpse of open sea. Just a slender slip ...
Inside Ayers Rock is lit with paired fluorescent lights on steel pillars supporting the ceiling of haze-blue marquee cloth high ...
From my window I can see, Where the sandhills dip, One far glimpse of open sea. Just a slender slip ...
And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth's noonward height To feel the always coming on The ...
Oh, once I walked a garden In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass. And many orange-trees grew there In sand as white ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sphere, "Remain, Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me ...
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