Scenes From The Faust Of Goethe (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
SCENE 1.-PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN. THE LORD AND THE HOST OF HEAVEN. ENTER THREE ARCHANGELS.RAPHAEL:The sun makes music as of oldAmid ...
SCENE 1.-PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN. THE LORD AND THE HOST OF HEAVEN. ENTER THREE ARCHANGELS.RAPHAEL:The sun makes music as of oldAmid ...
Is it peace,Is it a philosopher's honeymoon, one findsOn the dump?-Wallace StevensOut of the cracks of cups and their handles, ...
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_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewellTo all the follies which in Europe dwell;To Eastern India now, a richer ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
Clouds drifting the whole day;a traveler traveling who never arrives.Three nights you have been in my dreams;as your friend, I ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Would we be so different if the advent was now if we had been waiting for a Messiah of power ...
Over and over again in the words of this week the scripture so deeply reading his story The different players ...
Not racing, running not running away either journeying to the cross all these days of Lent Moving from his ministry ...
Turning toward Jerusalem going with the Christ with his disciples on the way to David's city On the road covered ...
Christ, the man, the son of God praying, His dream, his life, a prayer of Isaiah, speaking clearly making the ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
The end of the affair is always death. She's my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my ...
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