An Ode to Himself (Ben Jonson Poem)
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this security, It is ...
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this security, It is ...
Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely contemptible, the dangled Carrot the ass follows to market or ...
About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the ...
And the old men, supervising grown grandsons, nephews, any man a boy given this chance of making a new sidewalk ...
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
The clock of my days winds down. The cat eats sparrows outside my window. Once, she brought me a small ...
Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State I with discretion, dedicate. Because thou prizest things that are Curious, and un-familiar. Take ...
To Paint a Water Lily A green level of lily leaves Roofs the pond's chamber and paves The flies' furious ...
when the old man said i know everything the young girl replied what is everything when the old man said ...
(i) how new the world is trying to find nerve in an old rind (ii) the bread is crumbled for ...
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
The body of the savior speaking while he was alive the breaking of the bread the piercing of his side ...
He was so right echoing in my mind in the sanctuary in the power of words, especially the power to ...
I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss Way out into the big an' boundless west; I'd ...
The monster has escaped from the dungeon where he was kept by the Baron, who made him with knobs sticking ...
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
The birches stand in their beggar's row: Each poor tree Has had its wrists nearly Torn from the clear sleeves ...
To think my thoughts are hers, Not one of hers is mine; She laughs -- while I must sigh; She ...
Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. From the nuts we shell time and we teach ...
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
The Vulture eats between his meals, And that's the reason why He very, very, rarely feels As well as you ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
So many stones have been thrown at me, That I'm not frightened of them anymore, And the pit has become ...
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