Goodbye! (Richard Aldington Poem)
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins; Breathe her full odors, ...
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins; Breathe her full odors, ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Near the wall of a house painted to look like stone, I saw visions of God. A sleepless night that ...
God-Full-of-Mercy, the prayer for the dead. If God was not full of mercy, Mercy would have been in the world, ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
BUT lately seen in gladsome green, The woods rejoic'd the day, Thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers In double pride ...
IT was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral, For the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O: Torn from that ...
Chorus.-MY lady's gown, there's gairs upon't, And gowden flowers sae rare upon't; But Jenny's jimps and jirkinet, My lord thinks ...
God, God! With a child's voice I cry, Weak, sad, confidingly- God, God! Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up ...
With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee As those, when thou shalt call me by my name- Lo, ...
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear The name I used to run at, when a child, From ...
Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an ...
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed ...
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & ...
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love. My daughters and sons have put me away with ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
Today I smiled, and all at once things didn't look so bad. Today I shared with someone else, a bit ...
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