Vision X (Khalil Gibran Poem)
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods ...
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods ...
Man and I are sweethearts He craves me and I long for him, But alas! Between us has appeared A ...
Even in chains in the pit of the dungeon Paul raising up a prayer of joy Happy in Christ guided ...
In the courts of the Romans beaten and scourged mocked and taunted our Lord and our savior on the way ...
A shroud of purple, soiled color royalty mocked, in the prison, in the dungeon a king with a reed for ...
bread for the hungry, the cup for the thirsty knowing those who would be a stranger healing for those hurting, ...
High up in the pure blue sky clear blue, without clouds the face of the half moon reflecting the light ...
The monster has escaped from the dungeon where he was kept by the Baron, who made him with knobs sticking ...
The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. ...
Henry the first, surnamed " Beauclare," Lost his only son William at sea, So when Henry died it were hard ...
How soft this Prison is How sweet these sullen bars No Despot but the King of Down Invented this repose ...
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony Toyed ...
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, The debt of his nature did pay, T' was Edward, the cruel, ...
Song (Act V, scene i) And this place our forefathers made for man ...
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
That wind is from the North, I know it well; No other breeze could have so wild a swell. Now ...
Though not a breath can enter here, I know the wind blows fresh and free; I know the sun is ...
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
Methought I saw him but I knew him not; He was so changed from what he used to be, There ...
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Earth ...
Come, walk with me, There's only thee To bless my spirit now - We used to love on winter nights ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
DWELLER in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation! mark, Who in widow-weeds appears, Laden with unhonour'd years, Noosing with care ...
WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair? Flit, Galloway, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture of thy ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
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