A Commonplace Day (Thomas Hardy Poem)
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom, And we clasped, and almost kissed; But she was not the ...
Your troubles shrink not, though I feel them less Here, far away, than when I tarried near; I even smile ...
The morn arrived; his footstep quickly scared The gentle sleep that round my senses clung, And I, awak'ning, from my ...
The Poles rode out from Warsaw against the German Tanks on horses. Rode knowing, in sunlight, with sabers, A magnitude ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Purchase - Impulse, Affirmation. Of future life, With an office Needing Art. 1/9/04 - 15:17 - About buying a print ...
THE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid, In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid; The fertile subject never will ...
The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street it has to wear A number in. ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
I. LONELINESS Her Word One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the ...
Over back where they speak of life as staying ('You couldn't call it living, for it ain't'), There was an ...
When I spread out my hand here today, I catch no more than a ray To feel of between thumb ...
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
Have you switched to Beta yet? It's an even bet that if you have you quite regret your impulse to ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
When a people reach the top of a hill, Then does God lean toward them, Shortens tongues and lengthens arms. ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
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