The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (Omar Khayyam Poem)
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Be well assured that on our side The abiding oceans fight, Though headlong wind and heaping tide Make us their ...
It was in the old days, When she used to hang out at a place Called Club Zombie, A black ...
DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends, The patient Organ-blower bends; I see his figure sink and rise, (Forgive me, Heaven, my ...
in the soft jazz and midnight hour your eyes are dancing close to mine a sway of hips, a touch ...
My mother's playing cards with my aunt, Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game my grandmother taught all her ...
Sometimes on the sidelines not such a central player but Joseph is a true example of a disciple of God ...
The fortune, his wealth on this earth gathered unto him to his bosom, like a poker player his arms open ...
He was but a bit player, or so the story has been told a simple, pious man, Father of God, ...
A Planet no more a dwarf, a minor player on the celestial stage the lord of the underworld relegated, lost ...
Bass player back of the room middle of the set Mouthing a message to me "Nice Tie" 'till I got ...
Preparing for an interview is it the one, that I have been hoping for the one that I see myself ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile, Spreads its curious opinion To ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Some of us believe We would have conceived romantic Love out of our own passions With no precedents, Without songs ...
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the ...
All night long the hockey pictures gaze down at you sleeping in your tracksuit. Belligerent goalies are your ideal. Threats ...
In memory of Dimitri Mitropoulos The harpist believes there is music in the skeletons of fish The French horn player ...
for Aaron Fogel Politically-correct personal computers point and click. President Clinton (codename Peacock) can't protect crack pushing Communist Party cops ...
I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player's Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
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