Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
Like the water of a deep stream, love is always too much. We did not make it. Though we drink ...
This harbour was made by art and force. And called Kingstown and afterwards Dun Laoghaire. And holds the sea behind ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
He does not live here but it is the god. A priest tools in a top his motorbike. You do ...
'All virtues enter into this world:') A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned. The Secretary of State for War, ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
The moth's kiss, first! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, ...
I Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
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