MOUNTAIN LIFE (Henrik Ibsen Poem)
IN summer dusk the valley lies With far-flung shadow veil; A cloud-sea laps the precipice Before the evening gale: The ...
IN summer dusk the valley lies With far-flung shadow veil; A cloud-sea laps the precipice Before the evening gale: The ...
SAY not the Poet dies! Though in the dust he lies, He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, Unsphered by envious ...
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Up above the treeline the moles, the scrub, the forest lichen on the rocks adding color to the gray The ...
Footprints in the frozen mud crowns of the craters perching between the peaks grabbing the tops of the hollow cups ...
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
Above the tower -- a lone, twice-sized moon. On the cold river passing night-filled homes, It scatters restless gold across ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
The heavenly hills of Holland,-- How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
When One has given up One's life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely ...
The duties of the Wind are few, To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escort, And usher ...
In these quiet moments before the night softens the mountains of the South and deflates the clouds that float beneath ...
Are they clinging to their crosses, F. E. Smith, Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses, Are they, Smith? Do they, fasting, ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
On the horizon the peaks assembled; And as I looked, The march of the mountains began. As they marched, they ...
In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys, And the peaks looked toward God alone. "O Master that movest ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
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