The House Of Dust: Part 02: 06: (Conrad Potter Aiken Poems)
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more.And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes,To shut ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more.And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes,To shut ...
IWho has not felt his heart leap up, and glowWhat time the tulips first begin to blow,Has one sweet joy, ...
Yer honor, please! the prisoner said, "It isn't wot you think.To look on wine when it is red Or alco'olic ...
When you have lived out in the West,Till it becomes a part of you,And you've a feeling in your breastNo ...
"LET others love the pearly tear, The blushing cheek adorning; And say, 'tis like the dew-drop clear, That gems the ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
At noon thepaper tigers roar -- Miroslav Holub The paper tigers roar at noon; The sun is hot, the sun ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
The power of the Lake lingers still so many years beyond its fascination ending; it was there in the beginning, ...
It would have been love, I am sure of it, and I held her hand torn between concern and pride ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content ...
O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O ...
1 GREAT are the myths-I too delight in them; Great are Adam and Eve-I too look back and accept them; ...
The Sergeant of a Highland Reg- -Iment was drilling of his men; With temper notably on edge He blest them ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry ...
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