The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Why is this age worse than earlier ages? In a stupor of grief and dread have we not fingered the ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
I DREAM'D I lay where flowers were springing Gaily in the sunny beam; List'ning to the wild birds singing, By ...
THE SMILING Spring comes in rejoicing, And surly Winter grimly flies; Now crystal clear are the falling waters, And bonie ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine? And would the ...
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
1. They named the child Orc, he grew Fed with milk of Enitharmon 2. Los awoke her; O sorrow & ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
in the hospitals and jails it's the worst in madhouses it's the worst in penthouses it's the worst in skid ...
I cut the middle fingernail of the middle finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
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