Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky, And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover, And heard ...
I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky, And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover, And heard ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
There were not many at that lonely place, Where two scourged hills met in a little plain. The wind cried ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammels and computers live together in ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines. When ich when was ever not in trouble? But did he whip out ...
All we were going strong last night this time, the mots were flying & the frozen daiquiris were downing, supine ...
All we were going strong last night this time, the mosts were flying & the frozen daiquiris were downing, supine ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant ...
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