Paradise Lost : Book VIII. (John Milton Poems)
The Angel ended, and in Adam's earSo charming left his voice, that he a whileThought him still speaking, still stood ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's earSo charming left his voice, that he a whileThought him still speaking, still stood ...
Time with his pointed shafts has hitMy heart and split my gut, laid open my entrails,landed me a blow that ...
I was walking over a wide plain alone.And suddenly I fancied light, cautious footsteps behind my back…. Someone was walking ...
The bell-rope that gathers God at dawnDispatches me as though I dropped down the knellOf a spent day - to ...
in the june night this dreamthe house borne on the foam of the cherry treesto the gurgling wash of the ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
MOUNTAINS blanket-wrappedRound a white hearth of desert--While the sun goes roundAnd round and round the desert,The mountains never get up ...
FAREWELL oh mocking Wind! No more I mix Thine airy substance with my world, the Tree: Farewell, oh Carbon, that ...
COME up, thou red thing.Come up, and be called a moon.The mosquitoes are biting to-nightLike memories.Memories, northern memories,Bitter-stinging white world ...
If the water were clear enough, if the water were still, but the water is not clear, the water is ...
Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ...
The spider webs full glistening, shimmering the black bark mulch backdrop like the back of a mirror A saturated membrane ...
in the early morning fog the bible verses ooze into my subconscious bleed their message into my soul bypassing my ...
The French had nothing on us. okay, other than skill, tradition, and hygiene We all were vintners for a moment ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
Soft was the night, the eve how airy, When through the big, fat dictionary I wandered on in careless ease, ...
A life hauls itself uphill through hoar-mist steaming the sun's tongue licking leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid When? When? ...
When I eat crab, slide the rosy rubbery claw across my tongue I think of my mother. She'd drive down ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
I thought he was dumb, said he was dumb, Yet I've heard him cry. First faint scream, Out of life's ...
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