Valentine–T (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
YESTERDAY was St. Valentine. Thought you at all, dear dove divine, Upon the beard in sorry trim And rueful countenance ...
YESTERDAY was St. Valentine. Thought you at all, dear dove divine, Upon the beard in sorry trim And rueful countenance ...
He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide,He was just a wand'ring mongrel from the ...
THERE was a giant in time of old, A mighty one was he; He had a wife, but she was ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
It was a brave day under an endlessly clear sky that extended forever from our valley to the unfathomably distant ...
Britannia needs no Boulevards, No spaces wide and gay: Her march was through the crooked streets Along the narrow way. ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
Westward, hit a low note, for a roarer lost across the Sound but north from Bremerton, hit a way down ...
How this woman came by the courage, how she got the courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hot night ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful ...
For supper we had curried tripe. I washed the dishes, wound the clock; Then for awhile I smoked my pipe ...
Sitting in the dentist's chair, Wishing that I wasn't there, To forget and pass the time I have made this ...
Dogs have a sense beyond our ken - At least my little Trixie had: Tail-wagging when I laughed, and when ...
He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide, He was just a wand'ring mongrel from ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
I was about to be mugged by a man with a chain so angry he growled at the Lincoln Center ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
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