The Call (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Out of the nothingness of sleep, The slow dreams of Eternity, There was a thunder on the deep: I came, ...
Out of the nothingness of sleep, The slow dreams of Eternity, There was a thunder on the deep: I came, ...
Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise, But ah! It's not in me. My sinking heart I pray Thee raise ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
Seedy Henry rose up shy in de world & shaved & swung his barbells, duded Henry up and p.a.'d poor ...
What is he buzzing in my ears? "Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a ...
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh, ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips Where bones idle under years of fatback And lima ...
IS there a whim-inspirèd fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to ...
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin! There's mony godly folks are thinkin, Your ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
The wild winds weep And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs infold: But lo! the morning ...
It's easy to fight when everything's right, And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer ...
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