A Pict Song (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads; And ...
Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads; And ...
A great and glorious thing it is To learn, for seven years or so, The Lord knows what of that ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
We have a small sculpture of Henry James on our terrace in New York City. Nothing would surprise him. The ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
On waters, spread without end, Dressed with the sunset so purple, It sings and prophesies for land, Unable to lift ...
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink, no woman's love, no wealth can match it. ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
WHERE we sat at dawn together, while the star-rich heavens shifted, We were weaving dreams in silence, suddenly the veil ...
I am not a native of this palce.(Yosimasu G.) nor yet a stranger. With the rst of you I hunt ...
A bright moon rising above Tian Shan Mountain, Lost in a vast ocean of clouds. The long wind, across thousands ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
Your attention, Thomas Rhodes, president of the bank; Coolbaugh Wedon, editor of the Argus; Rev. Peet, pastor of the leading ...
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