On Being Born The Same Exact Day Of The Same Exact Year As Boy George (Denise Duhamel Poem)
We must have clamored for the same mother, hurried for the same womb. I know it now as I read ...
We must have clamored for the same mother, hurried for the same womb. I know it now as I read ...
SINCE there 's no help, come let us kiss and part-- Nay, I have done, you get no more of ...
Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
A hush is over all the teeming lists, And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife; A spirit brave ...
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our ...
This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint My pilgrimage's last mile; and my race Idly, yet quickly run, ...
We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing -- 'Tisn't all Hock -- with us -- Life has ...
Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie -- Never deny Me -- Never fly -- Those same unvarying Eyes ...
Robbed by Death -- but that was easy -- To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing -- ...
Promise This -- When You be Dying -- Some shall summon Me -- Mine belong Your latest Sighing -- Mine ...
Not any higher stands the Grave For Heroes than for Men -- Not any nearer for the Child Than numb ...
Although I put away his life -- An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear, This might ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
To spend uncounted years of pain Again, again, and yet again In working out in heart and brain The problem ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet, Promised methought long days of bliss sincere! Soothing it stole on my ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
The Chief Defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of String. At last he swallowed some which tied Itself ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
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