Elegy (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Since I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near, And I am of it, the small sharp stars ...
Since I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near, And I am of it, the small sharp stars ...
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight They could not tell where ...
Scene.--A wide stretch of fallow ground recently sown with wheat, and frozen to iron hardness. Three large birds walking about ...
though there's not much faith left and very little snow this scene of wimborne minster still makes its christmas show ...
A BOY a pigeon once possess'd, In gay and brilliant plumage dress'd; He loved it well, and in boyish sport ...
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,-- Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes; Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging-- ...
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless fishless conjoin - ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman Once in my childhood I watched mesmerized a magician magic everything away from before my eyes and ...
The behavior of the pigeon is beyond reproach, but the mountain cuckoo? (Yosa Buson)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
Oh, why should a hen have been run over on West 4th Street in the middle of summer? She was ...
HERE lies Johnie Pigeon; What was his religion? Whae'er desires to ken, To some other warl' Maun follow the carl, ...
(My student, thrown by a horse) I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils; And her quick look, a ...
Love is sharper than stones or sticks; Lone as the sea, and deeper blue; Loud in the night as a ...
My son, if you go to the races to battle with Ikey and Mo, Remember, it's seldom the pigeon can ...
Toward a better world I contribute my modest smidgin; I eat the squab, lest it become a pigeon. (Ogden Nash)
SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote. See the white ...
Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum: nempe tuas lacrimas litora surda bibent. Propertius, IV.11 Don't cry for me, for only ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Religions are poems. They concert our daylight and dreaming mind, our emotions, instinct, breath and native gesture into the only ...
A year or two, and grey Euripides, And Horace and a Lydia or so, And Euclid and the brush of ...
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