The Country of the Blind (C. S. Lewis Poem)
Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men, Dark bipeds not aware how they were maimed. A long Process, ...
Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men, Dark bipeds not aware how they were maimed. A long Process, ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen, Is a dismal failure -- is a Might-have-been. In a luckless moment he discovered ...
Eyes of grey -- a sodden quay, Driving rain and falling tears, As the steamer wears to sea In a ...
Twelve hundred million men are spread About this Earth, and I and You Wonder, when You and I are dead, ...
A Rose, in tatters on the garden path, Cried out to God and murmured 'gainst His Wrath, Because a sudden ...
I hoed and trenched and weeded, And took the flowers to fair: I brought them home unheeded; The hue was ...
COME, dear old comrade, you and I Will steal an hour from days gone by, The shining days when life ...
Sunned in the South, and here to-day; --If all organic things Be sentient, Flowers, as some men say, What are ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
O RAGING Fortune's withering blast Has laid my leaf full low, O! O raging Fortune's withering blast Has laid my ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
SEE how the flowers, as at parade, Under their colours stand display'd: Each regiment in order grows, That of the ...
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