Man (George Herbert Poem)
My God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately habitation, But he that means to dwell therein. ...
My God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately habitation, But he that means to dwell therein. ...
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under ...
Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
though there's not much faith left and very little snow this scene of wimborne minster still makes its christmas show ...
AFTER these vernal rains That we so warmly sought, Dear wife, see how our plains With blessings sweet are fraught! ...
The cruel Moon hangs out of reach Up above the shadowy beech. Her face is stupid, but her eye Is ...
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
In spite of all the learn'd have said; I still my old opinion keep, The posture, that we give the ...
EVERYTHING is jazz: snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females, snow-white cotton bales. Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone. Jazz slips you percussion bone ...
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
(Isaiah, ix. 15-20) Hear what God the Lord hath spoken, "O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair ...
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
The earth is full of rhythms so precise the octave of the crystal can produce a trillion oscillations, yet not ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
In the shadow of a broken house, Down a deserted street, Propt walls, cold hearths, and phantom stairs, And the ...
Come, take our boy, and we will go Before our cabin door; The winds shall bring us, as they blow, ...
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
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