Silence (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Since I lost you I am silence-haunted, Sounds wave their little wings A moment, then in weariness settle On the ...
Since I lost you I am silence-haunted, Sounds wave their little wings A moment, then in weariness settle On the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
In the cowslip pips I lie, Hidden from the buzzing fly, While green grass beneath me lies, Pearled with dew ...
Up the ash tree climbs the ivy, Up the ivy climbs the sun, With a twenty-thousand pattering, Has a valley ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls; Aqueous like floating rays of ...
Thousands of sheep, soft-footed, black-nosed sheep-- one by one going up the hill and over the fence--one by one four-footed ...
Ariel to Miranda: -- Take This slave of music, for the sake Of him who is the slave of thee; ...
LET us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter's day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window, And ...
Always I knew that it could not last (Gathering clouds, and the snowflakes flying), Now it is part of the ...
If she had been beautiful, even, Or wiser than women about her, Or had moved with a certain defiance; If ...
Sleeping together... how tired you were... How warm our room... how the firelight spread On walls and ceiling and great ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
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