Hymns to the Night : 5 (Novalis Poems)
In ancient times, over the widespread families of men an iron Fate ruled with dumb force. A gloomy oppression swathed ...
In ancient times, over the widespread families of men an iron Fate ruled with dumb force. A gloomy oppression swathed ...
'Twas said, by those of old, Beware,Consider well before you swear.The Counsel's good without dispute,And ev'ry prudent Man will do't.But, ...
So much forgotten alreadySo much forgottenSo much to forgetOnce the idea of purityborn, all was lostirrevocablyThe Black Musicianin a house ...
I WATCH them on the drill field, the awkward and the grave,The slow to action and the easily incensed,The tall ...
The sea and a crescent strip of beachShow between the service station and a deserted shackA creek drains thru the ...
Of the Irish, ParisTHE Lombards having gone back to their land,We, who might never flock to native landExcept like birds ...
Death be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for, thou art not soe,For, those, whom thou think'st, ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
I 'T is the middle of night on the Greenfield farm And the creatures are huddled to keep them from ...
An die FreudeFreude, schoener Goetterfunken,Tochter aus Elysium,Wir betreten feuertrunken,Himmlische, dein Heiligtum.Deine Zauber binden wiederWas der Mode Schwert geteiltBettler werden FuerstenbruederWo ...
What splendour of imperial station man,The Tree of Life, may reach when, rooted fast,His branching stem points way to upper ...
If you want a receipt for a melodramatical, Thrillingly thundery, popular show,Take an old father, unyielding, emphatical, Driving his daughter ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
LET us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter's day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window, And ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
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