Mutability (Rupert Brooke Poem)
They say there's a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith ...
They say there's a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith ...
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
THEY say to me, thy clear and crystal eyes: "Why dost thou love me so, strange lover mine?" Be sweet, ...
WI' braw new branks in mickle pride, And eke a braw new brechan, My Pegasus I'm got astride, And up ...
THE SMALL birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale; The primroses blow ...
THE TOASTFILL me with the rosy wine, Call a toast, a toast divine: Giveth me Poet's darling flame, Lovely Jessie ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
SIR,Yours this moment I unseal, And faith I'm gay and hearty! To tell the truth and shame the deil, I ...
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
Is there, for honest Poverty That hings his head, and a' that; The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
"Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the ...
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