Joys of the chase (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Colours fade into nameless shades of grey and where the tonsure of bas-relief crudely stands effete, semantic symbolism degrades into ...
Colours fade into nameless shades of grey and where the tonsure of bas-relief crudely stands effete, semantic symbolism degrades into ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
It is something to have wept as we have wept, It is something to have done as we have done, ...
See here an easy feast that knows no wound, That under hunger's teeth will needs be sound; A subtle harvest ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
You who desired so much--in vain to ask-- Yet fed you hunger like an endless task, Dared dignify the labor, ...
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the ...
( A Poem in Remembrance) Bhaskar Roy Barman Jimmy, a black, snub-nosed bitch, a jaw shoved out, your eyes throwing ...
I watch the man bend over his patch, a fat gunny sack at his feet. He combs the earth with ...
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
On waters, spread without end, Dressed with the sunset so purple, It sings and prophesies for land, Unable to lift ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Ich habe dich nie je so geliebt, ma soeur Als wie ich fortging von dir in jenem Abendrot. Der ...
To the cities I came in a time of disorder That was ruled by hunger. I sheltered with the people ...
Indeed I live in the dark ages! A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens A hard heart. ...
Let others speak of her shame, I speak of my own. O Germany, pale mother! How soiled you are As ...
The ewes crowd to the mangers; Their bellies widen, sag; Their udders tighten. Soon The little voices cry In morning ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out ...
-and not simply by the fact that this shading of forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam, the gloom of ...
My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin, Come, open the door to us, let us come in. A ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
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