Stony Grey Soil (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
O stony grey soil of Monaghan The laugh from my love you thieved; You took the gay child of my ...
O stony grey soil of Monaghan The laugh from my love you thieved; You took the gay child of my ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
They mouth love's language. Gnash The thirteen teeth Your lean jaws grin with. Lash Your itch and quailing, nude greed ...
I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them. They that sit in the gate speak ...
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
dodona oak (the tree of life) sheds leaves nutritious-which feeds blood and mind today there's not a jot (from which ...
it began as a secret desire (an itch in the marrow too vague to get through to the bone) an ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
Focused on the here and now forgetting what we need spending on our wants alone an immediate itch to calm ...
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
THINK not, 'cause men flattering say You're fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star, That ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
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 ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green ...
There are hours when every thing creaks when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs and closets crack their backs, ...
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