The Ruins Of Time (Robert Lowell Poem)
(Quevedo, Mire los muros de la partia mia and Buscas en Roma a Roma, (!)O peregrino!) I I saw the ...
(Quevedo, Mire los muros de la partia mia and Buscas en Roma a Roma, (!)O peregrino!) I I saw the ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of ...
BOY Most venerable and learned sir, Tall and true Philosopher, These rings of smoke you blow all day With such ...
We are never really told the story of his unknown youth most of his life a mystery Called to the ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
O quam te memorem virgo... STAND on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave ...
The Robin is a Gabriel In humble circumstances -- His Dress denotes him socially, Of Transport's Working Classes -- He ...
Of whom so dear The name to hear Illumines with a Glow As intimate -- as fugitive As Sunset on ...
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade: The winds play no ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
Green gloves rustle On the avenue's branches The evening carries us under its arm By a path which leaves no ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
When June comes dancing o'er the death of May, With scarlet roses tinting her green breast, And mating thrushes ushering ...
This is the sin against the Holy Ghost: - To speak of bloody power as right divine, And call on ...
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