Kangaroo (D H Lawrence Poems)
Delicate mother Kangaroo Sitting up there rabbit-wise, but huge, plump-weighted, And lifting her beautiful slender face, oh! so much more ...
Delicate mother Kangaroo Sitting up there rabbit-wise, but huge, plump-weighted, And lifting her beautiful slender face, oh! so much more ...
YE Children of Man! whose life is a span,Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:And ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:And ...
I gazed at the azure-hued mantle of heaven, The measureless depths of ethereal space;I gazed at the clouds, so invisibly ...
I sit among the hoary trees With Aristotle on my knees And turn with serious hand the pages, Lost in ...
SHE lies raped from her bright sarcophagus,Denuded, stripped, her tomb a thoroughfare;Rome was not when she breathed, and shelies there:For ...
Climb, claim your shelf-room, farPacked from inquisitive moonAnd cold contagious stars.Lean out, but look no longer,No further, than to stirNight ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Chloe, In verse by your command I write. Shortly you'll bid me ride astride, and fight: These talents better with ...
Climb, claim your shelf-room, far Packed from inquisitive moon And cold contagious stars. Lean out, but look no longer, No ...
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive ...
I will give you all my keys, You shall be my ch?telaine, You shall enter as you please, As you ...
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