On a Vulgar Error (C. S. Lewis Poem)
No. It's an impudent falsehood. Men did not Invariably think the newer way Prosaic mad, inelegant, or what not. Was ...
No. It's an impudent falsehood. Men did not Invariably think the newer way Prosaic mad, inelegant, or what not. Was ...
The state cracked where they left your breath No longer instrument. Along the shore The sand ripped up, and the ...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless ...
Droop, droop no more, or hang the head, Ye roses almost withered; Now strength, and newer purple get, Each here ...
I say, "She was as good as fair," When standing by her mound; "Such passing sweetness," I declare, "No longer ...
I As newer comers crowd the fore, We drop behind. - We who have laboured long and sore Times out ...
The great sun sinks behind the town Through a red mist of Volnay wine.... But what's the use of setting ...
I BIRTHDAY VERSES Dear Aldrich, now November's mellow days Have brought another Festa round to you, You can't refuse a ...
You'll find -- it when you try to die -- The Easier to let go -- For recollecting such as ...
There is a flower that Bees prefer -- And Butterflies -- desire -- To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming ...
The Stars are old, that stood for me -- The West a little worn -- Yet newer glows the only ...
One Crucifixion is recorded -- only -- How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics -- Or History -- One ...
Had I not seen the Sun I could have borne the shade But Light a newer Wilderness My Wilderness has ...
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not ...
I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Swing of the heart. O firmly hung, fastened on what invisible branch. Who, who gave you the push, that you ...
Oh for a poet-for a beacon bright To rift this changless glimmer of dead gray; To spirit back the Muses, ...
Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
On eves of cold, when slow coal fires, rooted in basements, burn and branch, brushing with smoke the city air; ...
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