Heartsease And Rue: Friendship (James Russell Lowell Poems)
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv' egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose ...
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv' egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,The not-incurious in God's handiwork(This man's-flesh he hath admirably made,Blown like a bubble, kneaded like ...
What know we of the world immenseBeyond the narrow ring of sense?What should we know, who lounge aboutThe house we ...
Count not the ripples upon life's stream, our days;Nor eddying errors as a change misdeemOf current; mark thou wiselier, the ...
All right. I may have lied to you and about you, and made a fewpronouncements a bit too sweeping, perhaps, ...
If love be holy, if that mysteryO co-united hearts be sacrament;If the unbounded goodness have infusedA sacred ardour of a ...
The hornets build in plaster-dropping rooms,And on its mossy porch the lizard lies;Around its chimneys slow the swallow flies,And on ...
What plummet, seas, to sound you—All the long reaches spun out silver-white,Turn you and cast drowned riches?Or how again, O ...
Reason, Magic, Skill and Love,Frankly, I think poorly of.Flesh and Figment, Brain and Breath.All are parodies of Death.Death alone cant ...
The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls; But of the loss and gain ...
(for matt - 15) in the first seven years you choose your howdah having by then bare inklings of a ...
The stupid jerk I'm obsessed with stands so close to me I can feel his breath on my neck and ...
Not so the infinite Relations -- Below Division is Adhesion's forfeit -- On High Affliction but a Speculation -- And ...
I've known a Heaven, like a Tent -- To wrap its shining Yards -- Pluck up its stakes, and disappear ...
Do you mind if I write a few lines for you tonight? I'm fuelled for sure, perhaps a bit ebullient, ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
we are succulents our cool jade arms open over clean tables our fine bone china minds pull the strings of ...
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