Lines On The Loss Of The “Titanic” (Thomas Hardy Poem)
In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches ...
In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches ...
(Lines on the loss of the "Titanic") I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the ...
He loved her and she loved him His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He ...
The covenant sealed, honoring his faith by the blood of the sacrifice animals given, offered to God consummated by the ...
The two parts, the two halves the duality in the nature of man sentient clay, the stuff of the earth ...
Walking around the parkway, cut through the wooded place long after this land was a lake, long after the bog ...
On the altar of His table as the pastor held up His cup Two halves of the broken loaf the ...
An extra precious moment of peace stopping the back and forth of my day crouch down before her, as she ...
What you have heard is true. I was in his house. His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
Myself was formed -- a Carpenter -- An unpretending time My Plane -- and I, together wrought Before a Builder ...
A Bird came down the Walk -- He did not know I saw -- He bit an Angleworm in halves ...
Britannia needs no Boulevards, No spaces wide and gay: Her march was through the crooked streets Along the narrow way. ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
I watch the man bend over his patch, a fat gunny sack at his feet. He combs the earth with ...
Don't imitate me; it's as boring as the two halves of a melon. (Matsuo Basho)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
Swing of the heart. O firmly hung, fastened on what invisible branch. Who, who gave you the push, that you ...
From blossoms released by the moonlight, from an aroma of exasperated love, steeped in fragrance, yellowness drifted from the lemon ...
Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow ...
Somewhere, suspended in facetless space, the vine is spiralling, shown in the distance, with loosened hair: the farther the eye ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Whoever thou art who passest by Know that my father was gentle, And my mother was violent, While I was ...
'I give you half of me; No more, lest I should make A ground for perjury. For your sake, for ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
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