Sojourns in the Parallel World (Denise Levertov Poem)
We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a ...
We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
1901 Not in the camp his victory lies Or triumph in the market-place, Who is his Nation's sacrifice To turn ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
The storm-dances of gulls, the barking game of seals, Over and under the ocean ... Divinely superfluous beauty Rules the ...
WHAT have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With ...
Three lovely sisters working were, As they were closely set, Of soft and dainty maiden-hair, A curious Armilet. I, smiling, ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
We talked as Girls do -- Fond, and late -- We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave -- ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart ! Unlike our uses and our destinies. Our ministering two angels look surprise ...
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Unlike our uses and our destinies. Our ministering two angels look surprise On ...
LIKE winds or waters were her ways: The flowing tides, the airy streams, Are troubled not by any dreams; They ...
HOW came this pigmy rabble spun, After the gods and kings of old, Upon a tapestry begun With threads of ...
The man Flammonde, from God knows where, With firm address and foreign air With news of nations in his talk ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
Do you remember, passer-by, the path I wore across the lot where now stands the opera house, Hasting with swift ...
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