Discipline (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane, The thin sycamores in the playground are swinging ...
It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane, The thin sycamores in the playground are swinging ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
I O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough - Light in their loving as soldiers can be - ...
wherever there's a tear in the fabric around weymouth - portland appears from abbotsbury hill it's just a long thin ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes; ...
ACROSS the shimmering meadows-- Ah, when he came to me! In the spring-time, In the night-time, In the starlight, Beneath ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but didn't ...
Put in the sickles and reap; For the morning of harvest is red, And the long large ranks of the ...
. . . So I walked among the willows very quietly all night; There was no moon at all, at ...
DEATH, to the dead for evermore A King, a God, the last, the best of friends - Whene'er this mortal ...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where ...
How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne; Her woods- her wilds- her mountains- the intense ...
Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the ...
My little love, my darling, You were a doorway to me; You let me out of the confines Into this ...
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
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