Sonnet On An Edelweiss (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
Where huge rock buttresses bear up the clouds, With all their floating reservoirs of rain; Where the wide ...
Where huge rock buttresses bear up the clouds, With all their floating reservoirs of rain; Where the wide ...
In front of the sombre mountains, a faint, lost ribbon of rainbow; And between us and it, the thunder; And ...
You are so serious, as ifa glacier spoke in your earor you had to walk throughthe great gate of Kievto ...
Unblest by soothing winds of warmer days, My songs remain, since from you, haughty maid, They never won the word ...
Doubt, cypress crowned, upon a ruined arch Amid the shapely temple overthrown, Exultant, stays at length her onward march: Her ...
Used to come in the blue Of the glacier, at night, from Tamara. With his wingtips he drew Where the ...
You have forty-nine days between death and rebirth if you're a Buddhist. Even the smallest soul could swim the English ...
Today, from a distance, I saw you walking away, and without a sound the glittering face of a glacier slid ...
IN summer dusk the valley lies With far-flung shadow veil; A cloud-sea laps the precipice Before the evening gale: The ...
In the rocks, the ledge, the outcropping of the glacier below the cliffs, the lighthouse small tidepools bits of warming ...
The slow calving of a glacier, the sudden eruption of a once dormant volcano The birth of a rainbow at ...
(ALASKAN BALLAD) The Northland reared his hoary head And spied the Southland leagues away-- "Fairest of all fair brides," he ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
As though the mercury's under its tongue, it won't talk. As though with the mercury in its sphincter, immobile, by ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm. A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on. ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines; The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer ...
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
My swirling wants. Your frozen lips. The grammar turned and attacked me. Themes, written under duress. Emptiness of the notations. ...
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