Winter (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
How large that thrush looks on the bare thorn-tree! A swarm of such, three little months ago, Had hidden in ...
How large that thrush looks on the bare thorn-tree! A swarm of such, three little months ago, Had hidden in ...
When the young hand of Darnley locked in hers Had knit her to her northern doom--amid The spousal pomp of ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps Which is first among the women an' amazin' first ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
Not with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining He answered his name at the muster and stood to the ...
When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears; Then was my heart broken, as was my verse: My breast ...
what's that i'm awake a bang like a door or a foot knocking a chair who's there tense i lie ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
The bear that breathes the northern blast Did numb, torpedo-like, a wasp Whose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathing In Sol's ...
I swerved to avoid hitting a squirrel in the center of the road and that's when the deer came charging ...
I swerved to avoid hitting a squirrel in the center of the road and that's when the deer came charging ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, ...
When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall, ...
Come, for the dusk is our own; let us fare forth together, With a quiet delight in our hearts for ...
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