Tommy (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no ...
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Loitering with a vacant eye Along the Grecian gallery, And brooding on my heavy ill, I met a statue standing ...
At last I entered a long dark gallery, Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side Were the bodies of men from ...
Murdering, terrorizing declaring war on his people not "the violence in Libya" but death in the streets The madman brutalizing ...
Bombing his people terror from the skies killing the innocents to perpetuate his lies No mandate for leadership only holding ...
The struggle for freedom cloaked in his repression the protesters taken away abducted in the night The people fearful hearing ...
The freedoms cut off taking them away shooting them in the street driving them into fear Killing their speech the ...
Stopping in our worship offering up a praise a thanksgiving for our freedom thankful for the difference what we take ...
Happy to consider the profound difference the freedoms we cherish to pray for their struggle to shake off the yoke ...
Sitting down with evil pure oppression willing to crush resistance to silence other voices Sitting down with evil Like Goebbels ...
Sitting down with evil giving lies a stage complicit in their propaganda giving voice to their rage The opiate of ...
The chill of their lies buying time to regroup to fend off the people to abduct them in the night ...
I met evil, coming inside from the bright summer day on the Vineyard, so long ago His eyes full of ...
I became enthralled immersed in the imagery the depth of feeling sitting in the room of the gallery not seeing, ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
1 am peering through blackness 2 am i feel your heart pounding 3 am your fingers running up my spine ...
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by ...
It's thoughts -- and just One Heart -- And Old Sunshine -- about -- Make frugal -- Ones -- Content ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal ...
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