A Reading Of Life–With The Persuader (George Meredith Poems)
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
THIRD EPISTLE. LOUISATOEMMA,WRITTEN THE DAY AFTER SHE HAD RECEIVED FROM HEREUGENIO'S EXCULPATING LETTER. APRIL 21st, ...
Down, you mongrel, Death!Back into your kennel!I have stolen breathIn a stalk of fennel!You shall scratch and you shall whineMany ...
How is it that I am now so softly awakened,My leaves shaken down with music?-Darling, I love you.It is not ...
a prayerO Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black rosary ...
WITH A SPRIG OF CRIMSON HEATH WHICH GREW ON THESUMMIT OF A MOUNTAIN. MUSE that lov'st the lonely mountain,Cliff abrupt, ...
NOW earth's beauteous scenes o'ershading,Twilight her grey mantle flings;Now the realms of day invading,Darkness spreads his ebon wings.From the distant ...
Thou hast burst from thy prison, Bright child of the air,Like a spirit just risenFrom its mansion of care.Thou art ...
Trunks the forest yielded with gums ambrosial oozing, Boughs with apples laden beautiful, Hesperian,Golden, odoriferous, perfume exhaling about them, ...
YOU modern men, purveyors of perfection,Whose blazoned gifts from catalogue andhoardingRefurbish hackneyed eulogies, recordingYour stock's worth and all rivalry's subjection ...
the hillslike poets put onpurple thought againstthemagnificent clamor ofdaytorturedin gold, which presentlycrumpledcollapsesexhaling a red soul into the darksoduneyed masterenterthe sweet ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Going outside this morning the crispness, the bite of the morning quick against my nose in the first breath of ...
Inhaling your love exhaling a bit of your grace breathing this prayer of asking God to change me to move ...
the air we breathe the presence of God the word, in quiet drawing breath from you pushing out, exhaling toxic ...
The beauty of creation is found in the context of creation the story of how we began the world beginning ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
a prayer O Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
The storm hath blown thee a lover, sweet, And laid him kneeling at thy feet. But, -- guerdon rich for ...
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