A Saint About To Fall (Dylan Thomas Poems)
A saint about to fall,The stained flats of heaven hit and razedTo the kissed kite hems of his shawl,On the ...
A saint about to fall,The stained flats of heaven hit and razedTo the kissed kite hems of his shawl,On the ...
ALAS! I fear I cannot longer steel My heart against the magic of thy pow'r;Unusual flutt'rings in my breast ...
WET almond-trees, in the rain,Like iron sticking grimly out of earth;Black almond trunks, in the rain,Like iron implements twisted, hideous, ...
What darkens, what darkens?-'t is heaven's high roof:What lightens?-'t is Heckla's flame, shooting aloof:The proud, the majestic, the rugged old ...
Four thousand lamps of gold and silver light Suspended round the mighty dome, and o erThose rows ...
422More Life-went out-when He wentThan Ordinary Breath-Lit with a finer Phosphor-Requiring in the Quench-A Power of Renowned Cold,The Climate of ...
There was an Old Person from Gretna,Who rushed down the crater of Etna;When they said, 'Is it hot?'He replied, 'No, ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
When Etna basks and purrs Naples is more afraid Than when she show her Garnet Tooth -- Security is loud ...
More Life -- went out -- when He went Than Ordinary Breath -- Lit with a finer Phosphor -- Requiring ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
As, when a lofty pile is raised, We never hear the workmen praised, Who bring the lime, or place the ...
WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow'ring cliffs in awful ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Sometimes I dip my pen and find the bottle full of fire, The salamanders flying forth I cannot but admire. ...
O thou that swing'st upon the waving ear Of some well-filled oaten beard, Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious tear ...
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