The Burglar Of Babylon (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
I don't Know if history repeats itself But I do know that you don't. I remember that city was didvided ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...
IS there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare ...
RIGHT, sir! your text I'll prove it true, Tho' heretics may laugh; For instance, there's yourself just now, God knows, ...
YE hypocrites! are these your pranks? To murder men and give God thanks! Desist, for shame!-proceed no further; God won't ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
O saw ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the Border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
Is there, for honest Poverty That hings his head, and a' that; The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare ...
WEE, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' ...
On Turning her up in her Nest with the Plough Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
NOW, by the verdure on thy thousand hills, Beloved England, doth the earth appear Quite good enough for men to ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
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