In Country Sleep (Dylan Thomas Poems)
INever and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe ...
INever and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe ...
KULLERVO AND THE CHEAT-CAKE.Thereupon the lad, Kullervo,Laid his luncheon in his basket,Drove the herd to mountain-pastures,O'er the hills and through ...
Fear! I'm a Greek, and how should I fear death?A slave, and wherefore should I dread my freedom?I will not ...
Nor look nor tone revealeth aughtSave woman's quietness of thought;And yet around her is a lightOf inward majesty and might. ...
TO APOLLON. Bright-haired Apollon! Thou that ever art A blessing to the world! whose generous heart Aye overflows with love ...
There is but one place in the world:-Thither where he lies buried! ...
Son of the stranger! wouldst thou take O'er yon blue hills thy lonely way, To reach ...
"TO PALLAS. I.Hear, blue-eyed Pallas! Eagerly we call, Entreating thee to our glad festival, Held in the sunny morning of ...
'Twas a brave old spot, and deep was the shadeBy the fast-locked boughs of the elm-trees made,Where the sun scarce ...
Know ye not when our dead From sleep to battle sprung?—When the Persian charger's tread On their cowering ...
The Snowdrop is the prophet of the flowers; It lives and dies upon its bed of snows; And like a ...
Gay balloons and coloured streamers,Gliding figures, footsteps light,Flannelled youths and short-frocked maidensJazzing gaily through the night.Music quaint and queer and ...
"A delicate young Negro stands With the reins of a horse clutched loosely in his hands; So delicate, indeed, that ...
A monarch on his death-bed lay — Did censors waft perfume,And soft lamps pour their silvery ray, Thro' his proud ...
I.By the glow-worm's lamp in the dewy brake; By the gossamer's airy net;By the shifting skin of the faithless snake, ...
When the world is burning,Fired within, yet turning Round with face unscathed;Ere fierce flames, uprushing,O'er all lands leap, crushing, ...
We are your Grand-Parents, the Grown-Ups! Covered with the cold sweats of the moon and the greensward. Our dry wines ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
A delicate young Negro stands With the reins of a horse clutched loosely in his hands; So delicate, indeed, that ...
BETWEEN wheatfield and corn, Between hedgerow and thorn, Between pasture and tree, Where's my sweetheart Tell it me! Sweetheart caught ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
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