Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Love and the gentle heart are one thing, just as the poet says in his verse, each from the other ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star's atmosphere, turning daily into and out of ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
The man with the red hat And the polar bear, is he here too? The window giving on shade, Is ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
God-Full-of-Mercy, the prayer for the dead. If God was not full of mercy, Mercy would have been in the world, ...
My child wafts peace. When I lean over him, It is not just the smell of soap. All the people ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
The memory of my father is wrapped up in white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work. Just ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
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