549. Epistle to Colonel de Peyster (Robert Burns Poem)
MY honor'd Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet's weal; Ah! now sma' heart hae I to speel ...
MY honor'd Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet's weal; Ah! now sma' heart hae I to speel ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
Do not accept these rains that come too late. Better to linger. Make your pain An image of the desert. ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride into her pain ...
NOW in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes; While birds warble ...
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair, First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view, He gaz'd, he listened to despair, Alas! 'twas all ...
THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill; How languid the ...
MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O, And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O; ...
Two savings of the Holy Scriptures beat Like pulses in the Church's brow and breast; And by them we find ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated Should seem 'a ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
1. Urizen explor'd his dens Mountain, moor, & wilderness, With a globe of fire lighting his journey A fearful journey, ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
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