A Saint About To Fall (Dylan Thomas Poems)
A saint about to fall,The stained flats of heaven hit and razedTo the kissed kite hems of his shawl,On the ...
A saint about to fall,The stained flats of heaven hit and razedTo the kissed kite hems of his shawl,On the ...
'_In no Strange Land_' O world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world ...
Could I from this valley drear, Where the mist hangs heavily,Soar to some more blissful sphere, Ah! how happy should ...
The kingdom of God is within youO world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world ...
We are the slaves of those that died A thousand years ago;We walk in all our little pride, We walk ...
They have left the spring-green campus, they have left the city streets,For the prisoned sea is calling, in their young, ...
617Don't put up my Thread and Needle -I'll begin to SewWhen the Birds begin to whistle -Better Stitches - so ...
232The Sun-just touched the Morning-The Morning-Happy thing-Supposed that He had come to dwell-And Life would all be Spring!She felt herself ...
The Sun -- just touched the Morning -- The Morning -- Happy thing -- Supposed that He had come to ...
Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- I'll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle -- Better ...
Before the ice is in the pools -- Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
The kingdom of God is within you O world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O ...
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
Could I from this valley drear, Where the mist hangs heavily, Soar to some more blissful sphere, Ah! how happy ...
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did ...
So is it not with me as with that Muse Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven ...
So is it not with me as with that muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven ...
Gold on her head, and gold on her feet, And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, And a ...
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