The Enemy (Dorothy Violet Wellesley Poems)
There is some delight in bombing an EnemyWhom all mankind must hate.There is some foresight in reading the Tarot cardThese ...
There is some delight in bombing an EnemyWhom all mankind must hate.There is some foresight in reading the Tarot cardThese ...
Brother artist, help me; come!Artists are a maimed band:I have words but not a hand;Thou hast hands though thou art ...
To make a bridgeBetween poetry and proseTo make a movable bridgeBetween this year and next yearTo know the male from ...
A cluster of daffodils-Blooming at the corner of my shabby roomThe pure and delicate appearance gives off endless serenityAnd strokes ...
You may think, passer-by, that FateIs a pit-fall outside of yourself,Around which you may walk by the use of foresightAnd ...
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
I am having a haircut today, it is not a complex event requiring excellent foresight, careful planning or indecent logistical ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
WEE, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' ...
On Turning her up in her Nest with the Plough Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in ...
What are thy gaines, O death, if one man ly Stretch'd in a bed of clay, whose charity Doth hereby ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
Something this foggy day, a something which Is neither of this fog nor of today, Has set me dreaming of ...
You may think, passer-by, that Fate Is a pit-fall outside of yourself, Around which you may walk by the use ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
If you fear losing somebody you love like rejection would be no surprise even if they never said it out ...
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