A Rhyme Of Friends (Robert Graves Poems)
(In a Style Skeltonical)Listen now this timeShortly to my rhymeThat herewith startsAbout certain kind heartsIn those stricken partsThat lie behind ...
(In a Style Skeltonical)Listen now this timeShortly to my rhymeThat herewith startsAbout certain kind heartsIn those stricken partsThat lie behind ...
SCENE: 'En ce bourdel ou tenons nostre estat.'It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, whenthat ...
Soldat Jacques Bonhomme LoquiturSee you that stretch of shell-torn mud spotted with pools of mire,Crossed by a burst abandoned trench and ...
You are the bread and the knife,The crystal goblet and the wine...-Jacques CrickillonYou are the bread and the knife,the crystal ...
(Dedicated to Mrs. Amy Jacques Garvey)I wandered far in life's stern wayTo seek the good of every day;But fell among ...
WHAT are the Willows whispering in a row, Nodding their old heads o'er the river's edge? What does the West wind whisper ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous v?mes, mon ?me,Ce beau matin d'?t? si doux:Au d?tour d'un sentier une charogne inf?meSur un lit ...
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'?quipagePrennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,Le navire glissant sur ...
I live on Canada en Bas — De fines' lan' you see — ...
Jeanne d'Arc avait eu la joie de voir ࠃhalons quelques amis de son enfance. Une joie plus ineffable encore l'attendait ...
Last of its race, beside our college There stands an Oak Tree, centuries old,Which, could it voice its stores of ...
The point is turned; the twilight shadow fillsThe wheeling stream, the soft receding shore,And on our ears from deep among ...
Like a fragment of torn sea-kale,Or a wraith of mist in the gale,There comes a mysterious tale Out of the ...
A poor clerk I, 'Arnaut the less' they call me,And because I have small mind to sitDay long, long day ...
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des ...
Tide pools caught in the rocks fishbowls without bubblers waiting for the tide change Microcosm of the sea under glass ...
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
MOTLEY I count the only wear That suits, in this mixed world, the truly wise, Who boldly smile upon despair ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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