Carmelite (Ambrose Bierce Poems)
As Death was a-riding out one day,Across Mount Carmel he took his way,Where he met a mendicant monk,Some three or ...
As Death was a-riding out one day,Across Mount Carmel he took his way,Where he met a mendicant monk,Some three or ...
When an old man walks with lowered head And eyes that do not seem to see, I wonder does he ponder on The ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
I. A bridge of pearls its form uprears High o'er a gray and misty sea; ...
Is it sounds converging,Sounds nearing,Infringement, ...
HOW glorious the breast that in life's early morn, Ambition! enkindles thy flame;Who pants for thy trophies, and longs ...
My Fair, if thou wilt register my love, A world of volumes shall thereof arise; Preserve my tears, and thou ...
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
Today, my love, leaves are thrashing the wind just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab forbidding ...
Is it sounds converging, Sounds nearing, Infringement, impingement, Impact, contact With surfaces of the sounds Or surfaces without the sounds: ...
Though after Death, Thanks lessen into Praise, And Worthies be not crown'd with gold, but bayes; Shall we not thank? ...
I. A bridge of pearls its form uprears High o'er a gray and misty sea; E'en in a moment it ...
Out here there are no hearthstones, Hot grains, simply. It is dry, dry. And the air dangerous. Noonday acts queerly ...
Beautiful new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay, With your strong brick piers and buttresses in so grand array, And ...
Alas! Sir John Ogilvy is dead, aged eighty-seven, But I hope his soul is now in heaven; For he was ...
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay! With your numerous arches and pillars in so grand array And your central ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
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