Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
All or Nothing The final race. the final decision All disgrace or fortune all Either I fall or I stand ...
at seventeen was i, so old so young. and it was there i first met war. i saw their broken ...
nowhere left to go standing, at the crossroads just a man. searching the sand for his fingerprints, lost so long ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins; Breathe her full odors, ...
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
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