The House Of Dust: Part 02: 10: Sudden Death (Conrad Aiken Poem)
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset shot them black into infinity: next morning darkness returned from the ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
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 ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
WHEN o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin time is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrow'd field ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
I DREAM'D I lay where flowers were springing Gaily in the sunny beam; List'ning to the wild birds singing, By ...
HOW can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's ...
FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
O thou who passest thro' our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of ...
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