Then Was My Neophyte (Dylan Thomas Poems)
Then was my neophyte,Child in white blood bent on its kneesUnder the bell of rocks,Ducked in the twelve, disciple seasThe ...
Then was my neophyte,Child in white blood bent on its kneesUnder the bell of rocks,Ducked in the twelve, disciple seasThe ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten;The music changes tone, you wake, rememberDeep worlds you lived before,-deep worlds hereafterOf ...
Love, will you look with meUpon the phosphor-litten labor of the worm-Time's minister, who toils for his appointed term,And has ...
I belong to those manifold ExistencesOnce known, or once suspected,That exist no more for man.Was it not well to fleeInto ...
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance! In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely?-when gone ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
The Kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls; who, when he had found one, sold ...
Melissa: I've still rever'd your Order as Divine; And when I see unblemish'd Virtue ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
Then was my neophyte, Child in white blood bent on its knees Under the bell of rocks, Ducked in the ...
Friend!--the Great Ruler, easily content, Needs not the laws it has laborious been The task of small professors to invent; ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind, Lull the fierce tempest of my fev'rish soul; Come, with the magic of ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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