Frankincense and Myrrh (Amy Lowell Poem)
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind ...
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind ...
O sweet illusions of song That tempt me everywhere, In the lonely fields, and the throng Of the crowded thoroughfare! ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Noiseless wrinkles on our forehead the frontiers of history, shed oblique glances at Homer's verses. Illusions full of guilt redeem ...
Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should, We have had no end of a lesson: it will ...
What we are to pray for not all the riches on earth seeking from the father our daily bread alone ...
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to ...
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman Once in my childhood I watched mesmerized a magician magic everything away from before my eyes and ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
There were faces to remember in the Valley of the Shadow, There were faces unregarded, there were faces to forget; ...
"Whether all towns and all who live in them- So long as they be somewhere in this world That we ...
NOTE.-Rahel Robert and Varnhagen von Ense were married, after many protestations on her part, in 1814. The marriage-so far as ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum: nempe tuas lacrimas litora surda bibent. Propertius, IV.11 Don't cry for me, for only ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Now will you rest forever, My tired heart. Dead is the last deception, That I thought eternal. Dead. Well I ...
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