Snake (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Before the Altar, bowed, he stands With empty hands; Upon it perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
The shepherd's brow, fronting forked lightning, owns The horror and the havoc and the glory Of it. Angels fall, they ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- "Secure your Flower" said he. Like Sailors fighting with a Leak ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own! O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Color of lemon, mango, peach, These storybook villas Still dream behind Shutters, thier balconies Fine as hand- Made lace, or ...
I saw a tiny God Sitting Under a bright blue umbrella That had white tassels And forked ribs of gold. ...
Alas, how pleasant are their dayes With whom the Infant Love yet playes! Sorted by pairs, they still are seen ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
I could not decipher the living riddle of my body put it to sleep when it hungered, and overfed it ...
Strong and slippery, built for the midnight grass-party confronted by four cats, he sleeps his time away-- the detached first ...
Not every man has gentians in his house in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and dark, ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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