The Undying (John Freeman Poems)
In thin clear light unshadowed shapes go bySmall on green fields beneath the hueless sky.They do not stay for question, ...
In thin clear light unshadowed shapes go bySmall on green fields beneath the hueless sky.They do not stay for question, ...
Let music vast, triumphal, fill the world's great nave,Voicing the peerless theme of noble youthWho rose to Life's sublimest greatness ...
Our _Donne_ is dead; England should mourne, may say We had a man where language chose to stay And shew her gracefull ...
Great Lady! That thus quite against our use,We speak your welcome by an English Muse,And in a vulgar tongue our ...
This Monument, consign'd to latest Times,Stands to perpetuate Wolsey's daring Crimes;Who long, by wicked Arts, of Power possess'd,(The Lust of ...
Ishq Mujhko Nahin, Vehshat Hi SahiMeri Vehshat Teri Shohrat Hi SahiKatta Keeje Na Taalluk HamseKutch Nahin Hai To Adavat Hi ...
THEN, lowly bending, with seraphic grace,The vase he proffer'd full; and not a gemDrawn forth successive from its sparkling place,But ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot,fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny,glowing fire-red,succulent, and on the whole becoming whatman wants. ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
I Into her lying down head His enemies entered bed, ...
We'll think on thee, when Spring's fresh galeBreathes softly o'er the violets' bed -We'll think on thee, when Autumn paleWaves ...
_Uitznaoac yautl icuic._ 1. Ahuia tlacochcalco notequioa ayayui nocaquia tlacatl, yanechyapinauia, ayaca nomati, nitetzauiztli, auia, ayaca nomati niya,yautla, aquitoloc tlacochcalco ...
Cease smiling, Dear! a little while be sad, Here in the silence, under the wan moon; Sweet are thine ...
I fear the palace of the rich, I fear the hovel of the poor;Though fortified by moat and ditch, The ...
Why feel guilty because the death of a lover causes lust? It is only an animal urge to perpetuate the ...
OUR children are our monuments, The little ones we leave behind, If they are good and brave and kind,And labor ...
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants ...
Bombing his people terror from the skies killing the innocents to perpetuate his lies No mandate for leadership only holding ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot, fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny, glowing fire-red, succulent, and on the whole ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
He never made a fortune, or a noise In the world where men are seeking after fame; But he had ...
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