To the Memory of My Beloved, The Author, Mr. William Shakespeare, (Ben Jonson Poems)
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;While I confess thy ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;While I confess thy ...
Jeanne-Marie has strong hands; dark hands tanned by the summer, pale hands like dead hands. Are they the hands of ...
? Victor HugoAnt-like city, city full of dreams, where the passer-by, at dawn, meets the spectre!Mysteries everywhere are the sap ...
(On a portrait of Coventry Patmore by J. S. Sargent, R.A.)Look on him. This is he whose works ye know;Ye ...
Where is thy home in thy promised land? Desolate and forsaken! The stranger's arm hath seized thy brand, ...
With quiet heart, I climbed the hill,from which one can see, the city, complete,hospitals, brothels, purgatory, hell,prison, where every sin ...
I belong to those manifold ExistencesOnce known, or once suspected,That exist no more for man.Was it not well to fleeInto ...
Priapus, with his god's virility, With woman's breads that passionately rise, His eyes convulsed with sinister irony, His mouth that ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four hearers in the racket of the market with ancient signs, infamous characters, new ...
Chloe, In verse by your command I write. Shortly you'll bid me ride astride, and fight: These talents better with ...
Genius, like gold and precious stones, is chiefly prized because of its rarity. Geniuses are people who dash of weird, ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
Revolving in oval loops of solar speed, Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes, Dead men render love ...
I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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