Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems)
ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,Which all the day with ceaseless care have soughtThe magic gold which ...
ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,Which all the day with ceaseless care have soughtThe magic gold which ...
A life that spanned less than 40 years but this man has left an indelible mark on the world of ...
IThe little pigeons full of whimsicrapused to come and go flying over Parisgiving its walls an exquisite shadeof avian poop ...
(A CHEMICAL NARRATIVE)Certain facts which serve to explainThe physical charms of Miss Addie De Laine,Who, as the common reports obtain,Surpassed ...
IWhen I lived in the village of youthThere were lilies in all the orchards,Flowers in the orange-gardensFor brides to wear ...
By Algernon Charles Sin-Burn Strange beauty, eight-limbed and eight-handed, Whence camest to dazzle our eyes? With ...
Hail happy pair from whom such raptures rise,On whom I gaze with pleasure and surprize;From thy bright rays the gloom ...
Beyond the Chiltern coast, this church:A lighthouse in dry seas of standing corn.Bees hive in the tower; the outer stonePared ...
I am the ageless Bird of Evil Flame.Eve knew my name.With bitter tears she tried to quench the sparkOf envy ...
A debtor to mercy alone, of covenant mercy I sing;Nor fear, with Thy righteousness on, my person and off'ring to ...
1 Only today and just for this minute, when the sunslant finds its true angle, you can see yellow and ...
With the blood of the lamb prepared to be ink, grace written on our hearts God's everlasting love seeking us, ...
A branch, a twig, leafless falls in the wintry wood falling onto the snow, leaving an impression a mark of ...
Counting down to two years, moments of memories of the start of our lives anew our start of our dating, ...
Moments, months, years Shards of my life Frozen in amber Untidy segments Frayed edges, dead ends Lost years A blank ...
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair -- Since she and I had met and played ...
There was a man who lived a life of fire. Even upon the fabric of time, Where purple becomes orange ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
An upright abutment in the mouth of the Willis Avenue bridge a beige Honda leaps the divider like a steel ...
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