The Vision Of Piers Plowman – Part 18 (William Langland Poems)
Wolleward and weetshoed wente I forth afterAs a recchelees renk that ,And yede forth lik a lorel ...
Wolleward and weetshoed wente I forth afterAs a recchelees renk that ,And yede forth lik a lorel ...
'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyghtThat took me a maundement upon the mount of ...
I THE DARKIn a worldless timeless lightless great emptiness Four-faced Brahma broods.nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim;nasid raja no vioma paro yat.kim ...
INFERNO 33, 22-75.Now had the loophole of that dungeon, stillWhich bears the name of Famine's Tower from me,And where 'tis ...
Castro Alves from Brazil, for whom did you sing?Did you sing for the flower? For the waterwhose beauty whispered words ...
In the days when the God eternalWas declining face to the new world,By the Word they stopped the sun's inferno,And ...
AI DOTTORI A. MAGNI E A. ARCARI.Sognatori incorreggibili;Fervidissimi credenti;Crani vasti e crani piccoliDai cervelli turbolenti;Furibonde creaturePiene d'ansie e di paure;Vociatori ...
Quest'oggi il calendarioSegna il giorno dei morti,Il giorno in cui gli scheletriHan mistici conforti,Ed io, seguendo il popoloCome sopra pensiero,Mi ...
E sia cosi'!--Sul nostro capo un altroGiorno risplenda!--A noi la luce; il bujoAgli antipodi!--A tutti la nojosaCatena della vita; a ...
Poeta volontieriParlerei a que' duo che' insieme vanno,E pajon si al vento esser leggieri.Dell' Inferno, Canto . Seer ...
MAGGIOR dolore ? ben la Ricordanza,O nell' amaro inferno amena stanza?(Dante Gabriel Rossetti)
Dante AlighieriSeldom troubled a dairy.He wrote the InfernoOn a bottle of Pernod.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Speaking of sunsets, last night's was shocking. I mean, sunsets aren't supposed to frighten you, are they? Well, this one ...
Speaking of sunsets, last night's was shocking. I mean, sunsets aren't supposed to frighten you, are they? Well, this one ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
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