The Casterbridge Captains (Thomas Hardy Poem)
THREE captains went to Indian wars, And only one returned: Their mate of yore, he singly wore The laurels all ...
THREE captains went to Indian wars, And only one returned: Their mate of yore, he singly wore The laurels all ...
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit ...
Images woven with words recalling memories evoked by the story, the stories of faith, the stories of scripture, of life ...
A picture may speak a thousand words but some stories, told well living without pictures Visual words, conjure images, memories, ...
"Ladder, Ladder!" a phrase to which I became accustomed Being beseeched in Spanish The Pastor and the Pilgrim in service ...
Oh how I hunger for the nourishing of Your word the feeding I receive through spending time with You feeling ...
Seven descended on the table Away from the crowd He sat in the middle, Back to the wall Surveying the ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan -- Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature ...
And the Piper dreams as he pipes up in his mind colours in choral horizons distant, of courtliness dimmed in ...
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous ...
Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods ...
The Russian grin bellows his condolence tó the family: ah but it's Kay, & Ted, & Chris & Anne, Henry ...
Friend!--the Great Ruler, easily content, Needs not the laws it has laborious been The task of small professors to invent; ...
Say, where is now that glorious race, where now are the singers Who, with the accents of life, listening nations ...
It is an old story, the way it happens sometimes in winter, sometimes not. The listener falls to sleep, the ...
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; ...
HAVE I told any man to be a liar for my sake? Have I sold ice to the poor in ...
Come, Death, I'd have a word with thee; And thou, poor Innocency; And Love -- a lad with broken wing; ...
Numb, stiff, broken by no sleep, I keep night watch. Looking for signs to quiet fear, I creep closer to ...
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