Hymn to Pan (Aleister Crowley Poem)
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 ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
I saw her crop a rose Right early in the day, And I went to kiss the place Where she ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
The perilous yellow sun follows with its slant eyes masts of the shuddered grove steaming up to capsize in the ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood, I have tended and loved, ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Moonlight slanting through the bamboo grove; a cuckoo crying. (Matsuo Basho)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
All we were going strong last night this time, the mots were flying & the frozen daiquiris were downing, supine ...
All we were going strong last night this time, the mosts were flying & the frozen daiquiris were downing, supine ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
HERE is the glen, and here the bower All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has told the hour, O ...
ADOWN winding Nith I did wander, To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; Adown winding Nith I did wander, ...
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