The Ship of Death (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
There is a quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows; Where, underneath the white-thorn, in ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
In mirth he mocks the other birds at noon, Catching the lilt of every easy tune; But when the day ...
Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
Praise to God for his goodness and truth. Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join In work so pleasant, ...
IN a faraway northern county, in the placid, pastoral region, Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a ...
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary; The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
O for some honest lover's ghost, Some kind unbodied post Sent from the shades below! I strangely long to know ...
Oh, for some honest lover's ghost, Some kind unbodied post Sent from the shades below! I strangely long to know ...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
CALL it to mind, O my love. Dear were your eyes as the day, Bright as the day and the ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
OH how comely it is and how reviving To the Spirits of just men long opprest! When God into the ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
I Reg wished me to go with him to the field, I paused because I did not want to go; ...
At evening, sitting on this terrace, When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara Departs, ...
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...
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