The Pied Piper Of Hamelin (Robert Browning Poem)
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I'd feel among the lettuce- pickers of Salinas? I think of the ...
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores I always had this certain ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
as the poems go into the thousands you realize that you've created very little. it comes down to the rain, ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
I miss you too. Something old is broken, nobody's in hell. Sometimes I kiss strangers, sometimes no one speaks. Today ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
Part in peace: is day before us? Praise His Name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o'er us? ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
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 ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
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. ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
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