Santa Fe In Winter (Deborah Ager Poem)
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
STILL anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or ...
HER flowing locks, the raven's wing, Adown her neck and bosom hing; How sweet unto that breast to cling, And ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
Chorus-Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, Mally's modest and discreet; Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete. AS I was walking ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
In futurity I prophesy see. That the earth from sleep. (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek For her ...
Sound the Flute! Now it's mute. Birds delight Day and Night Nightingale In the dale Lark in Sky Merrily Merrily ...
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather while ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
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