The Burden of Nineveh (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
In our Museum galleriesTo-day I lingered o'er the prizeDead Greece vouchsafes to living eyes,-Her Art for ever in fresh wiseFrom ...
In our Museum galleriesTo-day I lingered o'er the prizeDead Greece vouchsafes to living eyes,-Her Art for ever in fresh wiseFrom ...
It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the ...
SHEPHERD Not the blue-fountained Florida hotel, Bell-capped, bellevued, straight-jacketed and decked With chromium palms and a fromage of moon, Not ...
1.COME, we 'll light the parlor fire;Winter sets in sharp and rough.Wood is dear, but coal's provided,For three months, I ...
(A GEOLOGICAL ADDRESS)"Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!Primal pioneer of pliocene formation,Hid in lowest drifts below the earliest stratum ...
I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;I am not up to small deceit or any sinful ...
Composed as I am, like others, of elements on certain well-known lists,father's seed and mother's egggathering earth, air, fire, mostly ...
Oh, there were fifteen men in green,Each with a tommy-gun,Who leapt into my plane at dawn;We rose to meet the ...
I have found out a gift for my fair; I know where the fossils abound,Where the footprints of Aves declare ...
I HAD found out a gift for my fair, I had found where the cave-men were laid; Skull, femur, and ...
IF death be final, what is life, with allIts lavish promises, its thwarted aims,Its lost ideals, its dishonored claims,Its uncompleted ...
UNCERTAIN-AGED Miss Thereabouts, Tough fossil of her teens, Has lifted up with saving hand The ruined Smithereens.Down the dark steps ...
How the mountains talked together, Looking down upon the weather, When they heard our friend had planned his Little trip ...
Crow, feeling his brain slip, Finds his every feather the fossil of a murder. Who murdered all these? These living ...
i i shall die yearning a hand reaching out to a face that isn't there a face seeking a hand ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm. A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on. ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
(Rock Lake, Canada) In this country there is neither measure nor balance To redress the dominance of rocks and woods, ...
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash ...
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