The Great Black Heron (Denise Levertov Poem)
Since I stroll in the woods more often than on this frequented path, it's usually trees I observe; but among ...
Since I stroll in the woods more often than on this frequented path, it's usually trees I observe; but among ...
1903 Lived a woman wonderful, (May the Lord amend her!) Neither simple, kind, nor true, But her Pagan beauty drew ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
That flow of gallants which approach To kiss thy hand from out the coach; That fleet of lackeys which do ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Omaha, Nebraska They do not sleep nights but stand between rows of glowing corn and cabbages grown on acres past ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee; To-day, you see, is Christmas Day, and so it's up ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring ...
'Twas on the 22nd of March, in the year 1885, That the Arabs rushed like a mountain torrent in full ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
Palacio, good friend, is spring there showing itself on branches of black poplars by the roads and river? On the ...
A little colt - broncho, loaned to the farm To be broken in time without fury or harm, Yet black ...
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin, With a lot o' truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin' (Which ...
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And ...
That air same Jones, which lived in Jones, He had this pint about him: He'd swear with a hundred sighs ...
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