Sussex (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Down by the dirt at the base of the white pine clutched close, holding the gnarled, wrinkled elephant skin a ...
Walk in the park By the pond A sturdy trunk Branches hacked By rough pruning Yellow lichen Moss Speckle the ...
An old weathered section of snow fencing half buried in the lee of the dune gray skin gnarled by wind ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
This morning was something. A little snow lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear blue sky. The ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
A kite flutters, On a high tension wire - Against a stark blue sky. Beggar and old mother huddle On ...
Not in that wasted garden Where bodies are drawn into grass That feeds no flocks, and into evergreens That bear ...
If I grow bitterly, Like a gnarled and stunted tree, Bearing harshly of my youth Puckered fruit that sears the ...
You pull over to the shoulder of the two-lane road and sit for a moment wondering where you were going ...
EVEN the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
Even the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
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