Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
In a state of chortle sinâ?"once he reflected, swilling tomato juiceâ?"live I, and did more than my thirstier years. To ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
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 ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
DAUGHTER of Chaos' doting years, Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade (The rights of ...
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
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