A Baby Asleep after Pain (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
As a drenched, drowned bee Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower, So clings to me My baby, her ...
As a drenched, drowned bee Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower, So clings to me My baby, her ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Clusters of lights over empty chairs That face each other, coloured differently. Through ...
for T. P. Flanagan We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to ...
WHEN I look forth at dawning, pool, Field, flock, and lonely tree, All seem to look at me Like chastened ...
(i) how new the world is trying to find nerve in an old rind (ii) the bread is crumbled for ...
or how most great achievements stem from accidental discoveries two beauties are a joy for ever ejaculated keats lusting in ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
To the Almighty on his radiant Throne, Let endless Hallelujas rise! Praise Him, ye wondrous Heights to us unknown, Praise ...
ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
There's blood between us, love, my love, There's father's blood, there's brother's blood, And blood's a bar I cannot pass. ...
All ye tourists who wish to be away From the crowded city for a brief holiday; The town of Nairn ...
Black is the beauty of the brightest day, The golden belle of heaven's eternal fire, That danced with glory on ...
Black is the beauty of the brightest day, The golden belle of heaven's eternal fire, That danced with glory on ...
Look at them standing there in authority The pale-faces, As if it could have any effect any more. Pale-face authority, ...
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