Remorse For Any Death (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Free of memory and of hope, limitless, abstract, almost future, the dead man is not a dead man: he is ...
Free of memory and of hope, limitless, abstract, almost future, the dead man is not a dead man: he is ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
1842 I As I ride, as I ride, With a full heart for my guide, So its tide rocks my ...
THICKEST 1 night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! ...
O WHEN she cam' ben she bobbed fu' law, O when she cam' ben she bobbed fu' law, And when ...
'TWAS na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin, Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin'; 'Twas the ...
Chorus-Here's a health to ane I loe dear, Here's a health to ane I loe dear; Thou art sweet as ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how ...
OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear, I set me down and sigh; O ...
HERE lies, now a prey to insulting neglect, What once was a butterfly, gay in life's beam: Want only of ...
O MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour, And loud the tempest's roar; A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower, Lord Gregory, ...
SING on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, ...
O THOU who kindly dost provide For every creature's want! We bless Thee, God of Nature wide, For all Thy ...
Two savings of the Holy Scriptures beat Like pulses in the Church's brow and breast; And by them we find ...
AND, O beloved voices, upon which Ours passionately call because erelong Ye brake off in the middle of that song ...
HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you Turn, gently moved! Our voices feel along the Dread to find you, ...
I think that look of Christ might seem to say-- 'Thou Peter ! art thou then a common stone Which ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
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