Love and War (Ovid Poems)
Lovers all are soldiers, and Cupid has his campaigns:I tell you, Atticus, lovers all are soldiers.Youth is fit for war, ...
Lovers all are soldiers, and Cupid has his campaigns:I tell you, Atticus, lovers all are soldiers.Youth is fit for war, ...
There is a hornet in the roomand one of us will have to goout the window into the lateAugust midafternoon ...
I ran up six flights of stairsto my small furnished roomopened the windowand began throwing outthose things most important in ...
Autumn in nature and autumn in our faces.The sultry breeze enfeebles, the glowering sunOppresses the ailing spirit in our breasts,Shrivels ...
Autumn in nature and autumn in our faces.The sultry breeze enfeebles, the glowering sunOppresses the ailing spirit in our breasts,Shrivels ...
FROM the squat tavern laughing to the eastHe turned; within the murmuring babbleceas'd;And red wine split on scattered roses thereExhaled ...
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
Oh, I wadna be a yeoman, mither, to follow my father's trade,To bow my back in miry banks, at pleugh ...
Was the darkness beginning at noon the shadow of God God turning his back unable to watch his son tortured ...
In getting ready for the day the worship, the sermon the message on this gray, rainy day appropriate somehow knowing ...
The sky in the garden that night after Passover how it must have seemed foreboding tension in the air, thick ...
What was the sky like that night in the garden it would have been fitting that no light graced the ...
As if daubed by a cotton ball rich bright color or maybe a fan brush adding whitening to the sky ...
The steel gray sky plastered above the land heavy glowering colors foreboding at the twilight dusk descending to night Cold ...
Night coming, too soon, too early white snow of the church's roof indistinguishable, the white-grey clouds behind night falling, before ...
Looking upward, memories looking down, below my feet outward, beyond my vision a seam in the cold December sky cut, ...
The oak tree's leaves didn't stand a chance under the glowering gray sky today they were more than just rustling ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
Take it away, and swallow it yourself. Ha! Look you, there's a rat. Last night there were a dozen on ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
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