Dreams (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, Wake in ...
All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, Wake in ...
Light on the towns and cities, and peace for evermore! The Big Five met in the world's light as many ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Bright cap and streamers, He sings in the hollow: Come follow, come follow, All you that love. Leave dreams to ...
As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green, To the billows of foam-crested blue, Yon bark, that ...
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on ...
crisis has a fact to get straight it needn't be the end of the world beginnings too are coated with ...
Two dreams came down to earth one night From the realm of mist and dew; One was a dream of ...
Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and ...
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary -- For the plot was void of interest; 'twas ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers, You dauntless fledglings Who pass by my headstone, Mock not its record of my ...
Star of my heart, I follow from afar. Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are, Where Time is ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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