Ode To The Setting Sun – Prelude (Francis Thompson Poems)
The wailful sweetness of the violin Floats down the hush-ed waters of the wind,The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin ...
The wailful sweetness of the violin Floats down the hush-ed waters of the wind,The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin ...
It's dogged as does it. They've made it a saying, A motto to hold in that tight little isle --To ...
There's a kid around the corner Who is filled with half-formed fears;He is growing rather wistful As the Christmas season ...
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
I saw my world again through your eyes As I would see it again through your children's eyes. Through your ...
She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He ...
Another call in the night the incredulous educator another day of confusion more snow falling now Delaying their education adding ...
Sitting in the den, comfortable, my wife, my children, my mother-in-law all African-American, watching his speech sharing his words, his ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
Like eyes that looked on Wastes -- Incredulous of Ought But Blank -- and steady Wilderness -- Diversified by Night ...
Her face was in a bed of hair, Like flowers in a plot -- Her hand was whiter than the ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air ...
Much as he left it when he went from us Here was the room again where he had been So ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
"No, Mary, there was nothing-not a word. Nothing, and always nothing. Go again Yourself, and he may listen-or at least ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Though not for common praise of him, Nor yet for pride or charity, Still would I make to Vanderberg One ...
When the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and The Three Taverns.-(Acts ...
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